Eyes like bubbly (Spamano/Gerita)

Chapter 4

"Are you okay?" A voice asked.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes and whipped around, senses hightened- only to see the tanned-skinned green-eyed Antonio, leaning on the doorframe.

"What are you doing here?" I muttered angrily, but my voice had gone considerably higher due to the sudden appearence.

"I saw you running." Antonio said. "I got worried."

Drawing in a deep breath, I closed my eyes and made an effort to breath eavenly.

"Okay." I said quietly, opening my eyes to peer at the man in front of me. "Okay. Why?"

"Uhm..." The Spaniard laughed sheepishly. "I don't know? No one else followed you so... are you alone?"

"I'm with Romulous and Feliciano Vargas." I stated in monotone.

"Oh, really? Is Roma your dad?" He asked, and I laughed for what seemed like the first time in the night.

"Grandad."

"No way! He's that old?"

"Don't say that to his face."

"I would never!"

"Yeah, sure you wont, Antonio."

"Wait- that's not fair! You get my name and I know nothing about you! Tell me your name?"

"It's Lo-" I began, but before I could say anything, the glass doors burst open as Grandpa Rome and Feli burst open.

"Fratello! We were looking for you everywhere!" Feli gasped, as he grasped onto me. "Something... something happened..."

"We need to stay calm." Came the more reassuring voice of Nonno, and I turned to him.

"What?" I asked frantically.

"There was an accident, someone got hurt." Roma explained, taking Feli's hand. "There's going to be some ambulances and some police- do you want to leave?"

"What? No- wait- who's hurt? Are they okay? Is it serious? Is there blood?"

Suddenly, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and glanced over to see Antonio looking concerned. He gave my shoulder a squeeze.

"Maybe it's best for you to stay up here?" The Spaniard asked, but I hated the fact that he was partronizing me.

"No- It's fine. I want to see what's going on." I said, shrugging Antonio's hand off and trying to keep the fear from my voice.

With that said and done, I moved past the three and opened the glass doors, maneuvering back through the same coridoors. Surely, it couldn't be that bad, right?

As I reached the top of the staircase, all I could see was a mass of people crowded around something. Quickly, I made my way down the stairs and towards the crowd, trying to see what had happened.

A flash of red, and my head was already spinning.

On the floor lay a young male, maybe in his late twenties, his long, tied back hair matted to his cheek with a mixture of blood and sweat. His suit- which before had probably been impecable- was splattered with the red substance, and next to his hand was a smashed glass of  champage, the liquid pooling onto the floor and mixing with the blood.

The man himself was asian, with long black hair in a ponytail and dark eyes, though at the moment, his eyes were glazed with tears. He had a short nose and full lips, and was probably around 5'2". Though, in the spur of the moment, I began to wonder why I was studiying him anyway.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat once, twice, three times, but it wouldn't go away. Neither would the churning feeling in my stomach. Staggering backwards, I began to realized my lack of breath, but no matter how much I tried I couldn't bring myself to fill my lungs. Hacking sounds escaped my mouth, and I had to resist tge urge to vomit.

"Fratello!" A voice shouted from behind me, but I didn't turn to see who it was.

I probably wouldn't have been able to see them anyway, as my eyes were going black at the edges, the darkness threatening to take over my vision fully.

My legs felt weak and before I knew it, I was falling backwards.