"Hey, Keah you there?" you called. "I heard a crash, is everything alright?"
This Heatwave was unbearable. The building's A/C was out, so pressed against her apartment door, trying to hear of any indication that she wasn't suffering and didn't need help. You knew that her tap water filter would mean she should have plenty of clean water to drink, but their floor was having work done on the pipes meaning that no one would have flowing water for the next two hours. Listening closely, you could make out a faint sound.
"...AAaaahhhh...OOOooohhh...nnnnggghhh...!"
To you it sounded like she was... moaning. Maybe she was hurt and in some kind of pain. You still couldn't tell what was going on inside, so you waited in the sweltering hallway. It was always cooler in the halls that each unit, so you could only imagine what it was like inside her apartment. When the sounds became too faint to hear, you decided to try emailing her to see if she would be able to respond. A well deserved mental kick was in order for never asking for her number when you had the chance. A quick email was sent, then a faint buzzing on the other side of the door let you know that she received your message.
"...aaaaaahhh...!" There was a very subtle cry of surprise when it arrived
It didn't make sense to stand outside her door, knock, then send a message to your crush. Then again, you often didn't think straight around her, which was why you used this situation as pretext to talk to her face to face. You missed seeing her, your milk chocolate angel, her trim build and curly hair, her curvy frame. The kind of woman you dream about that you didn't know existed until you met her in person. Who knew if she'd be there tomorrow?
Keah, your neighbour, had only been back for a few days from wherever it was that she'd disappeared to. She had suddenly vanished one day while you were at work over a month ago. You were worried sick for a few days until she emailed you. Her message assured you that she was fine and asked you to grab her mail and water her plants while she was away. She returned on day two of the heatwave, and while you did say hello, you chose not to pursue or question her in her present state.
The heat must have been getting to her the way she always seemed to be glistening with sweat. The few times you were able to make small talk, Keah seemed to not be feeling well. Keah would refuse to shake hands when you welcomed her back. She was never really bothered by the heat, yet now she looked like she was constantly perspiring or running a fever. When you caught a glimpse of her yesterday, she looked so exhausted, that you thought she would have melted already.
Perhaps she was worried about her sudden, though slight, weight gain. The few times you'd seen her, her clothes seemed a bit too tight. To be honest, it did seem to you like she put on a few pounds. Though to her credit, it was a few pounds in all the right places.
"...elp!...ease...help...me...!" It was faint, bout you made out her message loud and clear! Something was wrong, she needed help!
Keah had told you about spending her early childhood growing up in Jamaica and how hard things could get for her family. She was tough, yet she trusted you enough to lend you her spare key to her 2 bed and one bath apartment before she took whatever sudden trip she had just recently returned from. You were hoping to return it under better circumstances, but for now whatever situation she was having took priority over your wants. You quickly opened the door to assess her situation and determine if an ambulance was necessary.
As you entered, you could immediately tell that something was off. As you had expected, her apartment was sweltering. Staring straight ahead, the living room window revealed the sun just beginning to near the horizon, things should begin to cool down another hour or so.
