[The yelling is bad. And he knows it's bad because it could bring someone else running, someone they don't want, but it's hitting him in a different way, too. He'd be mumbling if he had the air for it, muttering that he shouldn't yell at her, it's not her fault. But he can't. And he can't force his lungs to fill.
He reaches up when she touches him, takes her hand and holds on tight. He's scared. He's scared, and he's trying so hard not to be. It's not working.]
I'm - I'll be--
[He squeezes his eyes shut, and he can see his mom with the inhaler, just out of reach.] I'll breathe - I'll--
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He reaches up when she touches him, takes her hand and holds on tight. He's scared. He's scared, and he's trying so hard not to be. It's not working.]
I'm - I'll be--
[He squeezes his eyes shut, and he can see his mom with the inhaler, just out of reach.] I'll breathe - I'll--