Lukas' panic began to settle deep in his heart, and his brain almost couldn't form a coherent thought about how to help Mathias at the moment. His instinct took over and he grabbed Mathias' shoulders, forcing him into a straight sitting position.
"Matt? Mathias, relax try and take a deep breath-" He tried to calm the sick man.
Mathias shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide in fear. "I-I ca-" He forced out, unable to take a breath. Lukas thought quickly, trying took keep a straight face and not let his panic show as to not frighten Mathias more. Lukas' brain seemed to start working correctly all of the sudden, and he remembered what he remembered in health class when he was in school. He quickly shoved Mathias forward and got behind him, wrapping his arms around Mathias' midsection and squeezing hard.
Mathias made a wheezing sound and hacked loudly. Lukas heard him gasp as he sucked in air. Lukas let go of him and turned Mathias' shoulders to face him.
"Mathias? Are you ok, what happened?" He asked. Mathias was still gagging, a small bit of blood running down his chin. When he spoke his voice was rough and weak.
"I-I don't know, I couldn't breathe all of the sudden, something was stuck in my throat, it felt awful..." He trailed off, coughing softly.
Lukas saw something dark in front of the couch that he didn't remember being there before. He turned his head to look at it, his gaze almost horrified. "Mathias... Is that what was stuck in there?" He asked. Mathias followed his gaze and grimaced at the dark spot on the floor, seeming to be a large clot of blood about the size of a grape.
Mathias shivered as he looked at it. "I guess so..." He wiped his chin and observed the blood on his hand. "I guess I'm... really not ok." He said softly, sounding worried for once.
Lukas glared at him. "Idiot... if you would have just let me take you to a doctor sooner-" "I know." Mathias cut off Lukas' lecture. He hung his head in shame. "I-if its not too late... I'd like to go now. My throat feels like its been torn out, my mouth tastes like blood, and my head feels light." He listed his symptoms, a look of guilt on his face as he realized just how bad it might be that he hadn't gone sooner.
Lukas almost felt pity for the man. "Of course. Go get dressed; i need to clean up the floor." He said stonily, getting up to get something to clean the blood. When he came back out to the living room, Mathias had only just stood up and was going to get dressed. Lukas watched him walk off, then set to work on the stained carpet. He almost gagged as he cleaned up the clot of blood. Nothing should come out of a human looking like that... He thought fearfully.