Darkness

_Amelie’s POV_

I’m dying.

Those were the words that echoed in my head as I slipped in and out of consciousness.

The world kept tilting all around me.

Hot, cold. Blinding light. Shadows. Then nothing.

I came to with a gasp, lungs burning and my body soaked in sweat.

My mouth opened and I attempted to speak but nothing came out, except for a low wheeze.

I couldn’t see.

Or maybe I could, but everything was wrong—tilted, too bright, too loud.

I couldn’t make sense of anything in front of me.

There were voices—muffled, arguing. My name. I heard my name.

Someone was talking about me.

“…melie… she’s not—fuck, she’s burning up—”

Who had that voice? Nico?

I blinked hard, but the ceiling wouldn’t stay still. It kept moving around, warping.

At some point it felt like the ceiling had dropped to my head and I was carrying the entire thing.

I reached out, fingers twitching against cool sheets, and felt a hand grab mine tightly.

“Don’t move,” someone whispered. Matteo.

Or was it Luca? No. Matte