( He's visibly annoyed and again, tries to push through. He has to get away. Has to... has to... Ah, he can hardly breathe anymore and he covers his mouth, coughing violently.
Don't come up, don't come up.
He can feel something his chest building up into his throat and he tries to suppress it. Ah, no, he can't stop it. He's endured this long enough to know what it feels like when something will happen. Through gasps, he pleads, )
Don't.... ( Cough, ) ... Look!
(Please.
Doubling over, there's a particularly violent cough like he might throw up and something comes up. he catches it in his hand, still coughing after and when it finally passes, he's perfectly still and quiet. His hand is full-- it's a full flower, he knows it-- and he needs to hide it. Muffled, speaking into his hand, )
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Don't come up, don't come up.
He can feel something his chest building up into his throat and he tries to suppress it. Ah, no, he can't stop it. He's endured this long enough to know what it feels like when something will happen. Through gasps, he pleads, )
Don't.... ( Cough, ) ... Look!
( Please.
Doubling over, there's a particularly violent cough like he might throw up and something comes up. he catches it in his hand, still coughing after and when it finally passes, he's perfectly still and quiet. His hand is full-- it's a full flower, he knows it-- and he needs to hide it. Muffled, speaking into his hand, )
Please. Leave me.