The boy breathes a wheeze –

A whistle in the breeze.

He fidgets on his seat,

Willing it to cease.

The diseased rasps

Seize him as he

Wishes to appease them.

Others look in

Confrontation

Because he broke their

Concentration.

The others are displeased

He perceives. It’s the

Last resort. He retrieves

His inhaler,

Squeezes the trigger.

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