"Antonio, quiet down or you'll wake her up." "She's going to be mad at us and hate us forever, Nicholas. We're going to lose her." His breathing worsens, and it seems as though he may be hyperventilating. I sit up immediately and turn to him. "Nicholas, turn the lights on." The bedside lamp is switched on behind me, and I see that Antonio is clutching his chest, and taking labored breaths. "Sit up, Antonio." He does so, using my arm to help him. "I need you to take deep breaths, okay?" I move and sit next to him. I rub my hand up and down his back, feeling his tight muscles under my fingers. He listens, taking deep breaths and trying to control his breathing. Once his breathing is almost back to normal, I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around him. He places his head in the crook of my neck and keeps taking in his breaths. "I'm not going to fucking leave you guys because of some stupid little argument, Antonio." I keep rubbing his back as Nick sits next to us, one hand o
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