A string of explosive coughs wracked his body, causing
him to sit up and double over. Eventually he was able to draw in a shallow,
ragged breath; anything more caused tightness in his chest. He exhaled and lay
back down, resting his back against the soft pillows his mother had put behind
him.
He tried to relax, but breathing hurt his raw throat and
nasal passages. Closing his eyes, he imagined himself on a beach. It was warm
and sunny, but he was in the shade. Birdsong wandered out from the jungle
behind him. It was pleasant on his ear.
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