4.18.2017

Out, out, damn foam

On the other side, you lean against a wall and hack deeply from your lungs.  You feel your body shaking with the effort.  Your stomach twists.  You imagine toxic gases pooling in the copses of your alveoli, shutting you off of from oxygen.
“Not going to throw up.”  You mutter, letting out another cough
“Find what you were looking for?”  The security guard is fixing the tape barrier.
You nod and cough into your fist.  Anna shakes the guard’s hand and then walks back towards the hospital entrance.  You follow.
She turns around and gives the security guard a hug.  “Thank you so much, friend.  Thank you.”  
He looks around the hallway and shrugs. “Just don't talk about it with any staff, okay?”
Anna purses her lips and nods firmly.

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