after four rounds of jose cuervo

Bowen choked and shuddered as another thick wad of fluid was coughed up from her aching lungs. She gasped, catching her breath before collapsing against Haiku once again, panting roughly. Gods above... would this never end? She was drowning from the inside and each second seemed to fill her lungs more and more.

Haiku apologized, burying his nose into her coat. "No," she rasped. "It's not your fault. You tried everything. You all tried everything." Bowen pushed her head upwards against Haiku's chin and in doing so, knocked one of the mushrooms free from his face. In some strange, half cocked thought, Bowen snatched it up, tossed it into the bowl of herbal mixture and raised it to her mouth, swallowing it down. Again she coughed and sputtered, curling up against Haiku as her body switched back and forth from hot to cold.

"Bowen & Haiku"