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.