🧨 Amber's House Visit Ends in SHOCK: Shayla Hospitalized After Sudden Meltdown! 😱 Click and watch full Story👇

 🧨 Amber's House Visit Ends in SHOCK: Shayla Hospitalized After Sudden Meltdown! 😱

Amber’s phone buzzed late in the evening. It was Shayla, her voice trembling on the other end.
“Amber… can I come over? I… I can’t be alone right now.”

Amber hesitated for a moment. Things between them had been tense for months—ever since the rumors, the betrayals, and the broken trust. But hearing Shayla sound so fragile broke something in her heart.
“Of course. Come over. I’ll be waiting.”

An hour later, the doorbell rang. Amber opened the door to find Shayla standing there, hair disheveled, eyes red from crying. She stepped inside without a word, clutching her handbag like it contained her last secret.

They sat in the living room. The rain outside tapped against the windows like nervous fingers.
Amber finally spoke softly, “Shayla… what’s going on?”

At first, Shayla didn’t answer. She stared at the carpet, twisting her fingers, her breathing shallow. Then suddenly, as if a dam broke inside her, she blurted out,
“I can’t take it anymore! They’re watching me, Amber! Anthony knows EVERYTHING!”

Amber froze. “What do you mean? What happened?”

Shayla shot up from the couch, pacing back and forth.
“He knows about the lies… about the money… about the test I changed!”
Her voice cracked, growing louder with every word.

Amber reached out to calm her. “Shayla, breathe… just talk to me. We can fix this.”

But Shayla was spiraling. She grabbed her bag and dumped it onto the table—papers, old photographs, even a hospital letter scattered across the surface.
“I tried to fix it, Amber! I TRIED!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face.

Amber stood, alarmed. “Shayla, you’re scaring me. Sit down. Let’s call someone. Maybe Anthony—”

“NO!” Shayla shrieked, backing away. “Don’t you see? It’s too late! They’ll come for me! They’ll—”

Her words cut off as she clutched her head, gasping. Her knees buckled.
“Shayla!” Amber rushed forward, but Shayla stumbled into the hallway, knocking over a lamp. The crash echoed through the house.

By the time Amber caught her, Shayla was on the floor, trembling, hyperventilating. Her lips moved but no sound came out, just a choked sob.

Amber fumbled for her phone, dialing emergency services with shaking hands.
“Please, help! My friend—she’s collapsing, she can’t breathe properly—please hurry!”

Within minutes, flashing red and blue lights lit up the night outside Amber’s house. Paramedics stormed in, gently lifting Shayla onto a stretcher as she continued to mumble incoherently, eyes wide with terror.

Amber followed them out, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Is she going to be okay?” she asked one of the medics, her voice breaking.

“She’s in severe distress,” the medic replied calmly. “We need to get her to the hospital immediately.”

As the ambulance sped away, Amber stood in the doorway, gripping the frame, her whole body shaking. The house was a mess—shattered glass, scattered papers, a cold cup of tea still steaming on the table.

She looked down and noticed one paper that had fallen near her feet. It was crumpled, but she could make out a single line written in Shayla’s handwriting:

“If anything happens to me… it was never an accident.”

Amber’s breath caught in her throat.
The night was far from over.