It's a week after the fiasco in the maze, and James is vaguely annoyed at his throat and lungs, wishing that his asthma would shove off for the rest of the night. But he's not going to waste the energy to force himself to feel better, so it appears that he's at an impasse. He pushed through the day mostly fine, only having to use his inhaler once today, but as the evening wore on, his patience began to disappear, his motivation to do much else waning just as quickly.
So he retires early for the night, disappearing into his bedroom, trying to pass the time by reading. He breathes deeply, ignoring the tightness in his chest. It's mild, at worst, but annoying.
Currently, he sits in his bed, reading Dostoyevsky, with his door closed. Hopefully he'll be able to fall asleep soon.]
˙ǝuoz ɹǝƃuɐp ǝɥʇ oʇuᴉ ʇɥƃᴉɹ
It's a week after the fiasco in the maze, and James is vaguely annoyed at his throat and lungs, wishing that his asthma would shove off for the rest of the night. But he's not going to waste the energy to force himself to feel better, so it appears that he's at an impasse. He pushed through the day mostly fine, only having to use his inhaler once today, but as the evening wore on, his patience began to disappear, his motivation to do much else waning just as quickly.
So he retires early for the night, disappearing into his bedroom, trying to pass the time by reading. He breathes deeply, ignoring the tightness in his chest. It's mild, at worst, but annoying.
Currently, he sits in his bed, reading Dostoyevsky, with his door closed. Hopefully he'll be able to fall asleep soon.]