[He looks into that mask again, wondering if he'd see the same blank look he'd seen in others - as if they'd all forgotten that other world. If only Bill was there, he'd have the right words to say.]
You have to know this is wrong. Not just me being here. All of this is wrong. The whole fucking world, the fucking universe is wrong. You can make choices. Make it right.
[He's worked himself up getting those thoughts out and closes eyes eyes, just wheezing, his face turning red from the effort to draw in air.]
It's an asthma attack. [He mumbles without opening his eyes.]
no subject
[He looks into that mask again, wondering if he'd see the same blank look he'd seen in others - as if they'd all forgotten that other world. If only Bill was there, he'd have the right words to say.]
You have to know this is wrong. Not just me being here. All of this is wrong. The whole fucking world, the fucking universe is wrong. You can make choices. Make it right.
[He's worked himself up getting those thoughts out and closes eyes eyes, just wheezing, his face turning red from the effort to draw in air.]
It's an asthma attack. [He mumbles without opening his eyes.]