It was too damn cold in the building. Grandison could feel his body growing sluggish with every passing minute. His chest rattled with every breath and every cough came up dry. His throat ached.
'Stupid air conditioner,' he thought. 'Who ever invented it should die.'
The damn thing usually worked fine. It made the world comfortable but when it broke, as it was now, things could get really ugly. Somehow it broke at an impossibly freezing setting.
Being cold was never good for his body even as a child. Winters made his entire body stiff and his chest extremely congested. If this thing couldn't get fixed soon he'd definitely have to take some days off.
Grandison took another breathe but his lungs were too constricted, it was too difficult he needed air. Stiffly he rose from his seat, his vision blurring in his weakness. He held one hand to his chest while the other braced it self against the desk. All he needed was air. All he needed was to breathe.
With shaky fingers he trailed his hand higher to loosen the collar of his shirt. The motion sent the world spinning and then all was black.
There was the sound of footsteps and the door shutting. Was he alone? All he could hear was the hum of the television. Grandison's eyes felt pasted shut, he couldn't even look if he wanted to. Oh how he wanted to. He turned in his bed and groaned.
"The... damn... television," Grandison managed to say though his voice was raw and each sylubyl seem to invite a burst of inflamed pain.
He sat up and rubbed the congealed substance from his eyes and looked around. He was definitely not in his own room. In fact by the sterile white environ he could see he was actually in a hospital. He also noted the tray near his bed with a pitcher of water. His throat screamed for it and who was he to not oblige himself.
He poured the cup and drank it but it wouldn't go down and instead he found himself throwing. coughing up and giant amount of mucus.
He caughed and heaved and spit until he was red in the face and his blanket was absolutely coated in the stuff but when he sat up, a fair amount of dribble on his chin and neck, he felt much much better.
A knock sounded and the door and in came the doctor. Grandison blushed at having someone see him sitting in a bed covered in mucus but the doctor merely chuckled.
"So you finally got that stuff out of there huh?"
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