[It's a goddamn relief to such in lungfuls of air, unobstructed, and he has to roll onto his side to start coughing into the grass all over again. At least this time it's not blood and literally every bodily fluid he's spitting out - it's just phlegm and the kind of shit you start hacking up when you've got smoker's lungs.]
Jesus christ. [Trying not to hyperventilate. Trying not to lose what remains of his composure. Trying to breathe, and not pass out from the sheer chemical imbalance, adrenaline screaming in his veins without anywhere to go.]
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Jesus christ. [Trying not to hyperventilate. Trying not to lose what remains of his composure. Trying to breathe, and not pass out from the sheer chemical imbalance, adrenaline screaming in his veins without anywhere to go.]
T-told you. It's just...the islets.