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*Kyarst* · 01-25-2014, 09:24 PM

He would lay limp upon the earth, sides moving robotically - instinctively. Even in unconsciousness it seemed life wished to preserve his tiny frame. A being, perhaps heavenly, perhaps earthly, would raise his frame from the earth, carrying him to a safe haven where he could be tended to. Fresh air became available, and his lungs would suck it in selfishly - craving every bit of it. He would cough and sputter, phlegm expelling from his throat and nostrils as he fought for life. Eyes blinked open, watery and blurred as he struggled to purge his lungs of the vile substance he'd breathed. Lungs burned and stung like they were on fire as he shook his head violently. There would be a moment in which he could steal forth a large amount of air before coughing up more phlegm and finally clearing his lungs totally. Breaths were still ragged and uneven, but they were far more frequent and thorough than before. Finally, life seemed to have decided it best for him to continue living. ?Da,? he would chide almost pleadingly, his voice weak and rasped. He found himself taking in long, deep breaths - as if each one held the key to life itself. ?What happened?? he finally managed, his body now adjusting to being able to breathe clean and fresh air again.

?speak,?

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