Theytookmyname
Senior Member
Lucia was in the hospital once more. She couldn't find her inhaler, and one of her lungs collapsed. She was rushed to an emergency room quickly, and her mind was in a haze. She wanted to scream, to panic, but she had gotten used to her condition and the fact that she was lousy with her inhaler. It would be the death of her. The doctors joked with her saying that, "You cheat death to much, he's probably very mad." She agreed in a sense, she had gotten way to close to death, closer than she was comfortable.
Lucia stared out the window, and watched people come in and out of the hospital. Most of them were people she had never seen before. She was tired of fighting the asthma, and the panic attacks were getting worse and worse. Almost anything was triggering them, and her doctor was worried about the stress it was putting on her.
Lucia stared out the window, and watched people come in and out of the hospital. Most of them were people she had never seen before. She was tired of fighting the asthma, and the panic attacks were getting worse and worse. Almost anything was triggering them, and her doctor was worried about the stress it was putting on her.