The unfamiliar sensation spreading within Luca's chest intensified with every passing second, no longer subtle enough to dismiss as simple fatigue or lingering exhaustion. The pressure pulsed irregularly beneath his ribs, sharp enough to disrupt his breathing as an uneasy tension gripped his entire body.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Without wasting another moment, Luca rose quickly from his bed, the sudden movement causing the discomfort to flare more intensely as he steadied himself briefly against the edge of the table. His breathing grew heavier, uneven, as urgency replaced hesitation entirely.
He moved toward the door, his steps slightly unsteady as he pushed it open and stepped into the corridor.
The cool evening air brushed faintly against his face, yet it did little to calm the unsettling sensation that continued to build within him.
His pace quickened.
Then quickened further.
