Drabble time!! Yay! This is just something small and random I came up with while trying to work on my other story. Excuses, excuses. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ukitake or his disease.
I smile and laugh along with my subordinates' jokes, but feel faintly worried inside. There is a rubbing in my chest, as if something is chafing at me from the inside. I take a deep breath, preparing to calm the fit of convulsions that wanted to rise up in me, but the storm cannot be stopped. It starts as a polite cough, but repeats, and repeats, rising in volume and fervor until my whole body shakes, my chest squeezing with the contractions of my muscles. I spit, red, and keep on coughing, gasping for air in between the bursts of helpless motion, as the world begins to turn to black.
It was short (110 words)...but it was supposed to be short so you can't complain! Well, review! Come on, you know you should! Be a kind reader.