Y/n! Y/n!" your friend muffles through the phone.

your class is on a trip and currently staying at a hotel.

"What-what happened?” your brows furrow, shes never sounded this urgent.

"Come to room 401 right now, the boys are saying something about Armando calling your name. And how he wont wake up and-" shes tripping over her words.

you try not to break into a run, barging into the room

Armando was laying on the bed, his face red and flushed, he's panting, almost like he's having a panic attack.

"Y/n, no! he breathes.

you rush over to him.

"Arman?" you shake him. "Armando wake up!"

his body freezes, then slowly, his eyes flutter open.

frantically, his eyes run over your face, almost to see if youre actually there.

then, in a haunting voice, he whispers,"I thought you were dead."