A Breathtaking Situation [Alfred, Sisia and Lukas]

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred stretched out after shutting the door to his classroom, making sure his pass was firmly in his grasp before trotting off down the hall, the piece of paper crumpling in his hand.

He was taking a ‘bathroom break’, the very same ‘bathroom break’ he took every Monday during the last twenty minutes or so of last period. Luckily for him, his Biology teacher never seemed to notice this pattern of his, and the class itself was a total joke on Mondays, anyway. He let students do whatever they pleased, so things could get pretty out of control pretty fast. That aside, whenever the teacher actually tried to give a lecture, it wasn’t as if anyone listened. This was probably all due to the fact that it was indeed Monday, and the last period of the day, especially.

So here Alfred was, heading downstairs to find a way to occupy himself and goof off until the final bell rung and set him along with the rest of the student body free from the halls of torture, as he liked to call it. It was on the second floor that he passed by his twin’s classroom. He could help peeking in and checking up on him as he did his best to stroll by looking casual. Matt looked deeply focused. He seemed to be taking careful notes on whatever it was that his teacher was scribbling on the chalkboard, as to be expected of him. The American smiled at that.

He was debating on poking his head in the door’s small window and making questionable faces until he managed to break the other’s intent focus, but something caught his attention. That something, to be more precise, being something that after a few seconds of listening sounded to him like panting. The panting seemed to be turning into gasping, and Alfred perked up, confusedly and somewhat concernedly scanning his surroundings before settling his darting gaze back in the direction of which he came.

[Sisia Helene Vogel]

Sisia had gotten a bit lost; having gone to get a drink, as her throat was bothering her, and her new teacher let her out, spotting her MedicAlert necklace and thinking it was something along those lines, the girl had managed to succeed in having absolutely no idea where she was. Of course, she didn't have her drink, not able to find it, and there was a tightness in her throat, that seemed to be spreading to her chest. Oh crap, no, not now, not now. Recognizing the symptoms of an attack, Sisia fumbled for her autoinjector, in her pocket, but as her breath seemed to be caught away right then (of course, as her attacks gave her like five seconds of warning if that much), it merely fell to the floor.

Air barely entering her lungs, the girl wheezed, hating the familiar sound, as she crumbled down to the floor, scrabbling fruitlessly to get a hold on her injector. Almost letting out a sob of frustration, which wouldn't have come out, anyway, she clutched her other hand to her chest, as if trying to stop the painful tightness that was beginning to squeeze there. It felt like her lungs were caving in on themselves, which such a lack of air filling them, as Sisia attempted to wheeze it into them, still desperately trying to grab hold of her injector, just a few inches too far away.

Black pounded at her head and eyes, the lack of oxygen threatening to send her under, which would surely prove fatal, at this point. Doubling over in an attempt to force herself to stay awake, and to thus stay alive, Sisia kept one arm outstretched at the small device that could save her, trying to pull herself over and closer. Her MedicAlert necklace dangled in front of her eyes, and she concentrated on that, continually wheezing as she tried to suck in the air that she so wanted, and so desperately needed.

Why, why, why? She wanted her Uncle so badly, he could help... The tip of her finger touched the injector, and Sisia fruitlessly tried to grab it, tried to pull it back towards her, but she was still too far away. The black was spreading, her head was pounding, a few tears leaked from her eyes at the tightness of her chest, and her wheezing began to grow weaker. Dang it...

[Alfred F. Jones]

Upon seeing the girl gasping and wheezing, doubled over on the floor, Alfred didn’t hesitate in rushing towards her. He skidded to a stop at her side, dropping down on one knee and reaching to lightly touch her shoulder.

“O-Oh! Sisia!” He exclaimed, now recognizing the head of blond hair as belonging to the petite, kindly girl that had just recently taken her residence in the dorms. It seemed to him like she was in pain, and she was obviously short on oxygen, but he didn’t know if it would help to sit her up or lay her down. Alfred felt himself begin to panic.

“Shit.” He cursed.

With his limited medical experience, he could only sit there and guess at what kind of an attack she was experiencing, so he didn’t bother stopping to think. There might not have been time to think. He hurriedly helped her into a sitting position and hoisted her up onto his back. After making sure he had a secure grip, Alfred instantly began sprinting down the hallway.

“Hang in there, alright? It’s gonna’ be okay! I’m gonna’ get you to the nurse!” He assured the still wheezing girl as he hurried down the stairs.

[Sisia Helene Vogel]

Feeling the light touch, Sisia looked up, finger still desperately touching the autoinjector. It was... Alfred? Was that his name? There were quite a few names for her to remember, so she wasn't sure, but it didn't matter at the moment, being too preoccupied with, well, breathing. The pain was awful, her vision flickering, and air was barely seeping its way into her... But, thankfully, it seemed as though Alfred was going to help her, moving her to sitting position. That moved her close to her autoinjector, close enough to roll it towards her, and then snatch it.

Her sight was so bad at the moment, black entirely around the edges, flickering occasionally across the front of her eyes, Sisia didn't realize that Alfred was going to pick her up, until he did so, making her nearly drop the precious injector in her surprise, but, thankfully, she managed to keep ahold of it. Quickly jamming it into her arm with a wince, right before he started moving, the girl decided to leave it in there, knowing it would do no harm sitting emptily in her arm, and it would probably cause her more pain to pull it out while they were moving so quickly.

She felt as though her heartbeat was already speeding up, and that her airways were already dilating, but knew it to just be a fancy of hers, as it would take a bit to get through her bloodstream. Her vision was getting worse, though, with it almost all black except for a faded patch in the middle of her eye, which appeared to be glowing red... Odd, but that was what usually went first when she was lacking oxygen. Sisia wheezed, trying to get air into herself, though it didn't feel as desperate now that she was being carried to the nurse, and had injected herself with the Epinephrine.

She heard the other's words, though they sounded... muffled, and wanted to make an answer back, after all, she hadn't been panicking, just very frustrated at her lack of ability without Uncle, but with the very minimum air in her lungs, Sisia didn't even want to risk it. Though, even if she tried, she probably wouldn't have been able to say anything in the first place.

[Alfred F. Jones]

To Alfred, it almost felt as if he was flying down the stairs, down the halls and across the main lobby. He couldn’t remember a time when he was in such a frenzy or rush to get anywhere, or, rather, any time when he was in such a frenzy outside of the Dark Hour. When it came to the Dark Hour—he would call it a nighttime activity in sarcasm—there was always some sort of sense of urgency or panic. He supposed it could be the adrenaline rush, the ‘fight or flight’ reaction or whatever it was that the battling of the Shadows invoked upon him and the others.

Regardless, it wasn’t long before he was practically throwing the door to the nurse’s office open.

“Nurse!” The blond called out the second he burst into the room, a bit out of breath himself. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with her, I found her on the floor, and..”

Unsure of what else to say, he hurriedly went to set her down on one of the several unoccupied beds in the room, maintaining a gentle hold on one of her arms to keep her sitting upright. It was at that moment that the blond noticed the odd object that resembled the structure of a marker lodged in her opposite arm. He wondered about it, but didn’t dare touch it.

[Sisia Helene Vogel]

Wow, he could sure move fast. That was the thought that flickered through Sisia's mind, as her savior, Alfred, raced towards the nurse's office. She had actually been in here before, on her tour, as both her Uncle and the school thought it would be best for her to know where they were at, and now, she definitely agreed. Even if it didn't do much help, if she was unable to get up and walk to the office, it filled her with relief to see those doors.

Finally feeling the effects of the drug set in, Sisia felt as though her heart were hammering in her ears, going so quickly it was odd that it didn't burst out of her chest. Surely Alfred could feel it too, right? The slow dilation of her throat helped massively, though, and her vision, which had already begun to clear, was completely back, as she sucked in air, not wheezing as badly. It did sort of feel as though she had tunnel vision, however...

Hearing Alfred's voice, though unsure of what exactly he said, the girl, who had been reduced to clutching at her chest with one hand, and attempting to fill her lungs, which felt as though they had folded in on themselves, was quite surprised as she was set down on the bed. The hold Alfred had on her arm prevented her from taking out her injector, as she didn't think she could break it, however gentle it was, at the moment, but she wheezed out one word, hoping that either Alfred, or the nurse she hadn't managed to locate within her vision, heard it. "Asthma."