[Souji is really trying, and not just because coughing is never pleasant. He hates people having to see him like that, wretched and weak, inviting any possible mixture of disgust, pity and sympathy. He hates most of all to have those he loves see him in that state, because it hurts them, but it's not a lot of fun to collapse in front of strangers either.
Trying only goes so far, however, and sooner or later he needs to try to breathe again. And then he's clutching at his mouth in panic as his shoulders convulse helplessly, and he fights for breath through the burning, tight mess that is his lungs.
It takes a minute or two for the spasms to ease, and when they finally do, the hand covering his mouth is smeared in blood and less pleasant substances. Blinking to clear his vision, he scrabbles for something to wipe the blood away from his lips, offering Sougo an apologetic - if accidentally slightly sinister-looking - smile.]
I'm sorry. I'm afraid... it's pretty hard to control.
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Trying only goes so far, however, and sooner or later he needs to try to breathe again. And then he's clutching at his mouth in panic as his shoulders convulse helplessly, and he fights for breath through the burning, tight mess that is his lungs.
It takes a minute or two for the spasms to ease, and when they finally do, the hand covering his mouth is smeared in blood and less pleasant substances. Blinking to clear his vision, he scrabbles for something to wipe the blood away from his lips, offering Sougo an apologetic - if accidentally slightly sinister-looking - smile.]
I'm sorry. I'm afraid... it's pretty hard to control.