Beatrice.
The world came back in fragments—Louis's voice cutting through static, his arms catching me before I hit the floor, the metallic taste of fear coating my tongue like blood.
"Beatrice! Stay with me!"
I tried to tell him I was fine, that I just needed a moment, but my lips wouldn't form the words. Everything felt distant, like I was watching myself from underwater. The apartment ceiling swam above me, lights blurring into halos that pulsed with my racing heartbeat.
Then darkness pulled me under again.
When I surfaced the second time, I was on the couch. Something cool pressed against my forehead—a damp cloth that smelled faintly of lavender. Louis knelt beside me, his phone pressed to his ear, speaking in rapid Spanish I couldn't quite follow.
"Sí, emergency... no, can't go t
