Ryan's POV:
"Huh?" I muttered, walking back to my dorm.
Wait.
'Nelia…'
'…What?' Her voice crackled, ragged and breathless.
Was she running?
'Something… something feels off. I feel strange,' I admitted, feeling a deep unease.
'PLEASE! JUST… JUST GO BACK TO THE STADIUM! I'LL COME TO YOU!'
Fuck.
"Argh," I groaned, stumbling against the wall of the building beside me. My head spun, a disorienting haze clouding my senses.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I felt lightheaded. No—worse than that. It was as though… as though—
"Haah… Haaa… Haa…" I panted, clutching my chest. My breath came shallow, erratic.
Something was definitely wrong.
'N-Nelia,' I reached out mentally, but there was no response.
Fuck.
A wave of nausea hit me, and I staggered, groaning as my shoulder slammed against the rough stone wall of the building beside me. My breath came in short gasps, my chest rising and falling in erratic rhythms.
What the hell is happening to me?
