Leonards limbs shuddered as he coughted and sputtered, trying to force the thick puss out of his lungs. The exhaustion from the day however kept him from getting access to sweat air. Spots swam in his vission as he violently thrashed, the burning in his chest only growing worse. The thick bile tasted worse than anything he had ever had to swallow, and he had been plastering himself with this goo for the last ten years.<br/><br/>Blood swam in the mucus in thick ropes, as he struggled to try and breath.