Sick...

As he roared with laughter, Samuel was taken aback by the sudden laughter,as he shook a little and subconsciously backed the balcony and almost fell, as a result of fear that he felt due to how Andrew laughed.

Realizing, that he had gotten Samuel enough, he reached out to help him, before he had the chance to fall. And that was a huge save for Samuel, ashe bowed deeply to the floor and prostrated, showing his deepest thanks.

Andrew didn't like what Samuel did, so he quickly bent down and picked h up, in the process of picking him up, andre punched him hard, Samuel whimpered a little.

"I, told you to stop doing that...I hate told you I hate it...!" Andrew snapped.

"But you...!" Samuel was cut short.

"But nothing....!" Andrew said whisper-shouted.

"I told you not to call me that, but you never listen..!" Andrew whisper-shoyted again.

"But you are..." Samuel was cut short.

"Yeah, I know I'm the Prince and the heir to the throne but that doesn't mean that if I don't like something you do it now, does it...?" Andrew asked.

Samuel nodded.

"Good, so we're on the same page here now right...?" Andrew asked happily.

"Um actually...!" Samuel was cut short...again.

"Don't start that again...!" Andrew said, annoyed as he shook his head with his fingers placed on it, and his eyes closed.

Samuel smiled.

After se time, Andrew opened his eyes, brought his hand down and then looking at Samuel, he asked;

"What was it you wanted to say?"

Samuel looked at him, it seems like Andrew sounded weak.

Frowning, Samuel asked;

Andrew, are you okay...?" He asked with concern both in his voice and in his face.

Waving it off Andrew said;

"I'm fine...!"

Samuel just stood there and looked at Andrew as Andrew began to act funny.

"Are, you sure because you do act like you're alright...!" Samuel said as he approached Andrew, wanting to help him.

Andrew steeped back a little.

"I'm fine..." He said.

Samuel had no option than to just back off. But he still had the concern look on his face.

Andrew felt some slight pain cing on in his head. He leaned forward and held his head in his hand.

"Hey are you sure there was nothing in that drink, because I feel..." He said as he held his head in both hands now.

"I feel some pain in my head right now and it's feeling heavy..." Andrew said.

Gulping gently, Samuel asked;

"Really?"

Nodding gently so that the pain wouldn't increase, Andrew answered;

"Yes!"

Samuel could feel his heart pounding.

This was his friend, not only that, Andrew was his best-friend, alongside Mariam.

But he had known Andrew long before Mariam came into the scene to become a part of their friendship.

Taking deep breaths, Andrew tried to calm himself down.

After the pain subsided a little, Andrew lifted his head with his eyes slightly closed as he could feel the pain increase with his head lifted up.

Samuel rushed to help him, but Andrew refused the helping hand.

"Nah...don't worry I'm...I'm good...d...don't worry about me!" Andrew said

Samuel shook his head in a negation.

"Nah...I don't think so Andrew...!" Samuel said as he reached out to touch Andrew's hand

As he did so, Andrew flinched a little, and this caused the headache to increase, due to the sudden movement of his body and sudden response of the brain towards that action.

The reason why Andrew flinched was because Samuel's hand was too cold.

"Why's your hand cold...?" Andrew asked as he held the hand that Samuel touched.

"Why's your hand hot?" Samuel asked.

Andrew frowned.

"Hot?" Andrew asked.

Samuel nodded.

"Yeah hot..." Samuel answered.

Andrew looked at his arm, where Samuel had touched.

"Hot...?" Andrew asked again.

"Your hands are cold!" He said.

Looking at his hands, Samuel said;

"My hand's aren't cold...!"

Looking into the dinning room where they had their dinner, Mariam was cleaning the table with a wet towel, so  Samuel called her.

"Mariam!" Samuel called her.

Looking up and towards the balcony where the two men stood, Mariam looked at Samuel, raised an eyebrow and answered;

"Yes..Sir?"

"Please come...!" Samuel pleaded.

Hearing the plea, Mariam felt her heart sink.

'What's wrong...?!' Marina thought worriedly.

'Is he sick...?' She thought again.

'Even if he is sick or should be sick, he couldn't just have fallen ill just like that...!' Mariam thought.

"Or was it the food...?" She asked herself as she looked back, towards the kitchen, to find the girls working.

As if knowing what she might be thinking, Samuel said;

"It's nothing bad, it's just something I want to ask you...!" His voice sounded impatient as he thought that Mariam would worry about insignificant things.

Though his voice sounded impatient, it calmed Mariam's heart as she's placed her hand on her chest, let out a deep sigh of relief as she began to walk towards the open area that displayed the balcony.

As she walked, she smiled as she began to approach the two men.

Bowing slightly, she asked;

"Sir, you summoned me...?" She asked in the sweetest voice a lady can use to entice a man as she fluttered her eyelashes gently.

Samuel looked at her up and then down before saying jokingly;

" 'Sir you summoned me...?' " Samuel first mimicked her voice and the way she fluttered her eyelashes.

As gee mimicked her voice and eyelashes, he also mimicked her posture which was;

Grasping her hands in front of her, and acting a innocent...

Which Samuel knew it was just pretense.

Mariam smiled.

Noticing Andrew weak and limp, Mariam ignored Samuel and ran towards Andrew, helping Andrew to stand straight, Mariam took a closer look at Andrew and noticed something; her hands were burning.

Jolting backwards, Mariam looked at her hands and then at Samuel and then at Andrew and then back at Samuel, and then asked;

"W...what happened to his body?"

Looking at Mariam, Samuel asked;

"Mariam, are my hands cold?"

Waving it off, Mariam said;

"T...that's not important right now...look at him!" Mariam said as she looked at Andrew who was really acting funny.

"I know I know, just..." Samuel closed his eyes and sighed.

Stretching out his hands, Samuel asked;

"Are my hands cold?"

Mariam contorted her face.

"What kind of a question if that!" Mariam asked in a raised voice.

"Just answer..." Samuel sighed.

"Is it cold...?"

Mariam looked at his hand, and then at him. Then at Andrew before sighing, reaching out her hand, she touched Samuel's arm.

"No, it's not cold, it's warm, normal body temperature...!" Mariam asked.

"Why...?" She asked again.

"Andrew, isn't feeling too well...!" Samuel said.