ARMIN'S POV

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. I was standing in line at a busy café waiting to order, as I pulled out my phone to read who the text was from. It was Eren, probably asking if I could grab him a hot chocolate. As I opened the text I realised it wasn't a request for the much loved hot chocolate but something about Abbi.

EREN: Hey He-man, got word off Franz, Abbi is in class but he says she looks like shit.

Abbi look like shit? That's hard to believe.

ARMIN: I'll see if I can catch her after her class is over. Thank you for informing me. NOW STOP CALLING ME HE-MAN!

EREN: Let me know how it goes HE-MAN!!

I decide to order Abbi a vanilla latte with 2 sugars. I wonder why she went to class today? I wonder why she hasn't talked to any of us? I hope she is ok.

I sit in the courtyard, waiting patiently, when I see her across the way. I want to run to her but I don't want to seem like I was stalking her or something. I begin to slowly walk towards her. She looks to be in a rush, she's not even paying attention to where she is going. It happened so fast. Next thing I know is she's on the ground and it looks like she is struggling to get up. I drop the drinks I had been holding, the warm liquids spilling over the cement. My feet start running before my mind can make sense of things. I can hear someone screaming her name, I realise its me. I lean down shaking her shoulder and rolling her over onto her back.

"Abbi? Abbi can you hear me?" My voice is full of panic and worry, "Oh god your head!"

I gently touch her forehead with the tips of my fingers. I reach for her phone, the screen now smashed from the impact with the ground, pocketing it. My eyes land on her exposed arm, noticing small bruises here and there, my eyes scan her face taking in the badly covered dark circles. I pull out my phone, dialing 911.

OPERATOR: You are speaking with a trained operator, what is your situation?

ARMIN: My friend… sh-she tripped and fainted and oh god, she spilt her forehead open… I uh I don't know what to do!

OPERATOR: Sir, please remain calm.

The rest of the phone conversation is a blurred mess to me. What I do remember is the ambulance coming and taking Abbi away on a stretcher. They allowed me to ride in the ambulance with her, holding her hand the whole way. At the hospital, I was escorted to the waiting room, I watched them wheel her away. I slumped down into one of the uncomfortable chairs, pulling my phone out and sending a group text to our friends and her dad, explaining roughly what happened.

I really hope she's ok.