Another draw, another cough.
He looks around, wondering if anyone else has made the connection. The thing that keeps him stable, that he calls to in times of need, is killing him.
Another inhale, another cough. Another wide, nervous look around.
He holds her hand tighter and wonders if anyone can also see it. Wonders if anyone notices that as breathes the air next to her, his lungs scream, his heart stutters, his vision gives out.