CYOA Page 187
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lumy12"You're all right, kiddo. Just breathe--"
"I can't!" you gasp. Joel's heard it before, seen you freak out like this before... he doesn't enjoy watching you suffer, of course, but he pretty much takes panic attacks in stride now. "Joel -- my lungs -- help me --"
"...From the smoke?"
You can't see him, since neither one of you is shining a flashlight in his face, but you think he might be getting properly alarmed now. HELP ME! you scream in your head (but really, what do you expect him to be able to do for you?!). You're gasping for breath; you can no longer speak. You clutch your throat, as if you're choking on a chicken bone or something. This is what you imagine choking to death feels like-- There's a fist squeezing me shut -- the air can't get in! --
You don't hear Joel anymore. Don't hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. You literally cannot breathe...
...and you pass out. Somewhere inside you, smoke-scorched tissue has swelled up enough to completely block your airway.
Being passed out and all, you don't know what Joel did after that. He undoubtedly tried to save your life, doing anything he could think of to help... but whatever he did, it failed: you never wake up again.
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Carlos
Date: 2020-12-20 05:47 am (UTC)