He couldn't stop coughing. His body felt like it was running on emergency resources. His hands felt tingly, his lips were numb, his face red hot.
He tried hitting himself in the chest in order to help what he was coughing on up. Another mouthful of clear slime came up, but it didn't feel like it helped any.
His arms felt weak, and he was glad he was seated and not standing. He wasn't sure his legs would carry him at the moment.
His chest hurt. His heart felt like it was beating all the way up in his throat.
"Do you know what he inhaled?" one of the medics asked everyone present.
"No." Jason's voice answered somewhere in the room.
He coughed up another helping of clear slime and spit it out in the kidney basin he had been handed.
"Mr. Quinn, I'm gonna give you a mask. The mask has oxygen. It's going to help your lungs get oxygen over to your body. Breathe in, breathe out. Okay?"
He wanted to come back with a snarky remark, he knew damn well what oxygen did. He just wasn't able to speak right now.
He grabbed the mask and placed it over his nose and mouth, looking up at the medic.