Nerves
When the track finally finished out, Garcello held his free hand over the center of his chest in an attempt to calm his pounding heart.
"Hhh... Hey," He huffed, trying to remain in control as Boyfriend and Girlfriend watched him curiously. When Boyfriend asked what was wrong, Gacello replied with "That was fun, but... my chest is starting to feel funny."
His young opponents shared the same look of confusion and worry. A moment later, Boyfriend opened his mouth to speak only to stop when Garcello held up his hand.
"I-I'm not giving up just yet, though." Even though Garcello considered taking a break, or stopping the battle all together, he felt that would be wrong considering he was the one that challenged Boyfriend in the first place. Taking a deep breath, he straightened up; Entirely unsure of when he slumped forward to rest on his knees, but shook it off and braced himself to continue. "You've got some tight bars, little man."
Boyfriend smiled at the compliment, saying the same about Garcello's rapping. Afterwards, he pumped his mic in the air, initiating another round as Girlfriend started another song on their stereo.
"Oh? You want me to keep going?" Garcello didn't think that was a good idea. And, another cough made him hesitate further, but he wanted to keep rapping despite his condition. "F-Fine by me. I'm enjoying this actually. One more couldn't hurt... Right...?"
That last question he asked more to himself rather than anyone else, but before he knew it they were freestyling all over again. Except, this time Garcello wasn't able to continue without coughing or wheezing. It didn't sound too bad with the song though, since he managed to do it on beat; almost like beatboxing.
Garcello rapped about the anxieties of daily life and about the ones that plagued him then, but disguised the lyrics in a way that applied to every walk of life. He didn't want to sound panicked, or rushed. And, he honestly felt like running, but also drawn to finishing his verses. Pushing down those feelings of uncertainty was what helped him power through lightheadedness and the now painfully tight pressure in his chest.
Even if it felt like he was going to blackout at any given moment, Garcello just barely managed to complete the second round as well. However, he couldn't stop coughing this time around. And, every breath only seemed to make the fit much, much worse. Nearly doubling over, Garcello dropped his cigarette and continued to hack away. His chest now burned hot and felt crushed when mountains of green smoke abruptly erupted from his mouth like a roaring flame.
Garvello just wanted the throbbing pain in his head to cease. His eyes stung, his throat burned, and his lungs screamed for mercy. Allowing tears to spill over and fall, he collapsed to his knees in defeat. He distinctly remembered hearing Boyfriend say something before everything went black.