What Am I?

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"What?" She asked, holding her chest. "My heart? Beating fast?"

She was breathing heavily, like she was going to pass out any moment from now. Mrs Malfoy held her, but her body was growing weak.

"Emma." She called, shaking her gently. "Emma, look at me."

Emma forces herself to look at her, but the fear in her is growing every second, and her eyes look dull.

"Emma, tell me, what's wrong with you? What's the problem?" All Emma could do is to stare at her, but not a word came out of her mouth. "Emma, can you hear me?"

"I… I…"

"Since when did it start?" Mrs Malfoy asked.

"Help… help… me." She fell into Mrs Malfoy's arms.

"Emma? Emma Slate?" She called but Emma didn't reply. "Some body call me the doctor!!" She screamed.

Mrs Malfoy paced around the room while the doctor was busy checking on Emma. She was becoming impatient and she desperately wanted to know why she had fainted.

"How is she, doctor?" She asked, stopping for a reply.

"She will be fine but–" he paused.

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