For @linked-disability ‘s alternate prompt 1: Rare disease/disorder. I don’t think I can even begin to describe how I felt when I saw PNES listed as an example for this prompt. I just knew I had to make something for it.
PNES (psychogenic non-epileptic seizures, sometimes called functional or dissociative seizures) are seizures that resemble epileptic attacks but are caused by psychological distress instead of abnormal brain activity. They are a form of Functional Neurological Disorder.
It’s a bit difficult to do an art piece that properly showcases PNES, which is why I wrote the fic. But since I’m a visual artist before anything else, I made this animation to go along with it, showcasing what it feels like (for me, at least) to have a PNES seizure. One second it’s daytime, and the next second it isn’t.
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This year's extra challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to avoid using labels and diagnoses. Try to focus on words that your characters would use for themselves as they navigate their disabilities. Start small and simple, and let your audience connect with their feelings and experiences.
No one - except Wind and Wild, the former of which was used to the humidity and the latter of which just didn't seem to care - was fond of the humid parts of Wild's lands, be it the hotter Faron Region, or the cooler Lanayru Wetlands where they were right now, but Legend had a special sort of distaste for it.
The humidity made him hurt.
And an oncoming storm was only going to make it worse.
AKA I inflict Legend with my chronic pain issues and hand Time some mild arthritis as a treat. Half the group gets to do some crazy climbing to shelter under a tower (RIP to those guys), and the rest of the gang gets to shelter under a shrine.
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Walking through the portal, the group was hit with what felt like a wall of thick, cool air. There was a chorus of groans.
“Oh, joy,” Legend said with a scowl.
Warriors looked torn between taking off his scarf and pulling it closer to his neck. The air here wasn't just wet, but also chilly. An annoying combination to say the least.
“It's so humid here,” Four bemoaned, pushing his headband up a little higher to keep more hair out of his face so it wouldn't cling to his cheeks. His skin was already looking damp as the breeze blew moisture against them.
“It's not that bad,” Wind said.
“You live in an ocean world. You never think humidity is that bad,” Four retorted.
No one - except Wind and Wild, the former of which was used to the humidity and the latter of which just didn't seem to care - was fond of the humid parts of Wild's lands, be it the hotter Faron Region, or the cooler Lanayru Wetlands where they were right now, but Legend had a special sort of distaste for it.
The humidity made him hurt.
Already, as they began to walk down a sloped path in the direction of the river, Wild leading the way and promising to get them out of the area and to the Trillby Plains, he could feel a soreness starting to form in his fingers and knees. It would no doubt soon become full-body aches. If only they could stop just long enough for him to make some tea…
But the sooner they could leave the area, the better.
He withheld a groan, the sound coming out more like a grunt of air as the path steepened a little, each step jolting up his legs. The pain was coming on even faster than usual, and worse than usual too. He couldn't even help the continuous, nonverbal grunts each time the ground dipped and his step dropped a little lower. He was glad the sound of footsteps seemed to cover it.
“Wild,” he said after a couple of minutes. “Is there rain coming?”
That was one of the nifty parts of Wild's Sheikah Slate - it somehow knew what the oncoming weather was.
Wild pulled out his Slate to check. “Oh! Oh. Thunderstorm, actually. How do you always know?”
“Magic,” he said through gritted teeth.
“We're not going to be able to get out of the area before the storm hits,” Wild said, a small frown tugging at his lips.
At that, everyone with armor started stripping it off, and weapons and shields that weren't wooden were put away. Thunderstorms in this era came with lightning; lightning that was very fond of anything metal. It made everyone uneasy, not having their usual weapons out, but getting fried wasn't worth the risk. Wild had made that very clear the first time a thunderstorm had rolled in while they were in his time, and honestly, Legend hadn’t wanted to get struck by lightning again if he could avoid it.
Begrudgingly, he slipped his rings off, save for the Green Holy ring, having to fight yanking them off a little more with his fingers swelling. He rubbed at his hands and looked at the champion, who was studying his map as thunder started to rumble in the distance before turning around and weaving through the group.
“We're going back?”
“We won't outpace the storm if we keep going that way, and there's nothing close enough in that direction to shelter anyone. There's a shrine not too far behind us, and…” Wild tossed a glance over his shoulder. “And a tower pretty close to that, since not everyone would be able to fit under the shrine's overhang. But uh, there's gonna be a lot of climbing to get to the tower.”
“We know you have to climb the towers, Wild, you don't have to warn us,” Sky said.
“No, there's a lot of climbing to get to the tower,” Wild repeated. “Hard climbing.”
He turned to scan the group, walking backwards as he did so, and Legend looked over everyone as well.
Hyrule and Warriors weren't very good when it came to climbing. Legend wasn't either, even when he wasn't hurting so badly.
Wind was a fine climber, so was Twilight; he'd be even faster with his clawshots once they reached the tower itself. Sky was alright, low stamina aside, but he'd seen platforms dotting the sides of every tower they'd ever passed while in Wild's era. Plus, the champion had stamina elixirs for anything else. Four had a grip ring that helped him climb like a pro that he'd proudly shown off once on one of Wild's towers just for fun, and everyone knew Wild himself was a climbing beast as long as the surface was dry.
Time never seemed to have too much trouble climbing either, so Legend was surprised when he said, “If it's all the same to you, I'll stick to the ground level group.”
Wild nodded. “That's fine. Hyrule, Wars, Legend, and you should all fit alright under the shrine's overhang. It'll be a bit of a squeeze, but I think you guys can manage. It's on the way to the tower, so we can drop you off there, and I'll lead the rest of you guys to the tower.”
The pace was picked up as the sky slowly darkened, Wild continuing to glance at his Slate to make sure the group would make it in time.
“Down here,” he said, sliding down a short, rocky ledge to where the shrine waited. Everyone followed him down, Legend biting his lip as his boots hit the ground.
“The rest of us go over that bridge.” Wild pointed to a small bridge with two intricate-looking watchtowers next to it, stone tips glowing a faint cyan. “Almost everything from there onwards is climbing. Good thing the monsters in this area were cleared out, or getting up there would be an even bigger pain.”
Pulling out his longhook, Legend handed it over to Wild. “Just in case.”
They had long ago found a workaround for areas where there was no choice but to climb. It was convoluted and slow-going, but it worked as long as there were enough landings big enough for a person to stand. Wild would climb up to an area where he could stand and then switch out with someone below who couldn't climb. He'd climb up again, past that break point and to another, then switch again. Rinse and repeat until they reach the top.
It was a good thing the champion seemed to enjoy climbing, because he sometimes had to do it for more than one person.
“Thanks,” Wild said before leaping off the ledge and paragliding to the ground below, waving an arm. “Pick up the pace, guys! We gotta beat the rain!”
The others made use of what they had - Roc’s Feather, Sailcloth, and Deku Leaf - to safely and quickly reach the ground. Twilight opted for four paws and a lower center of gravity to traverse the bumpy rocks down to the ground. He nudged Four and ducked down when he reached the bottom, who huffed in annoyance but climbed aboard, leaning his torso flat against the wolf’s back and getting a good grip before Twilight took off at a faster pace, the others jogging as another rumble of thunder filled the air. Legend watched Wild hand Sky a bottle as they crossed the bridge before grabbing Twilight by the ear and yanking him down to his height long enough to tie a bandana around his head.
Eventually, the group disappeared around the corner of a cliff. Still, the four left behind - Legend, Time, Warriors, and Hyrule - stayed at the ledge and watched, waiting to see the group appear at the top of that cliff.
“There really is a lot of hard climbing, huh?” Warriors remarked. Legend nodded.
The small figure of Four appeared at the rocky, sloped top in no time - oh, how jealous Legend was of that grip ring - but he peered down, something in hand.
The longhook, Legend realized, as Sky appeared at the top in Four's place. Seemed they'd decided to have the faster climbers swap with the slower ones to shave off a bit of time.
“Catch!” Four's shout carried across the small valley.
“Got it!” Wild called. Moments later, he clambered over the top, leaned over the edge, longhook in hand. Had he caught that while climbing? The champion traded places with Twilight, their other slower climber. Legend may not have been great at climbing - in truth, his arm strength wasn't superb, and he just wasn't great at finding purchase on walls - but even he knew the way the rancher climbed was outright weird. It worked, sure, but it was slow and looked absolutely ridiculous.
Wind reached the top just a few moments before Four got there a second time, Wild right behind him. Twilight and Sky had already gotten a start on the next cliff. This one at least had a platform not far off from the group, enabling an even faster swap out as Wild practically jumped his way up the cliff towards the rock jutting out. Wind had just gotten started, so it seemed the champion opted to swap with him. When Four reached the top, he offered a hand to help Sky up to the platform while Wind sat on the ground behind him, arms around Four's torso for stability. Four's strength never failed to amaze Legend, but he supposed one needed to be pretty strong to be a smith. The three stooped low and careful on the sharply angled platform to keep from sliding off, then worked together to hoist Twilight up and out of the way so Wild had room to join them.
Idly massaging his fingers, Legend didn't envy the climbing group at all. It looked like tough work, and they still had one more short cliff face to climb, plus a whole tower after that.
The group made their way up, helping each other along, before disappearing out of sight, leaving those by the shrine with nothing to look at but massive, curved bones jutting up from the ground and dark, rumbling skies.
“Do you think they'll make it before the rain starts?” Hyrule asked.
“Worst case scenario, Wild warps them,” Warriors said, and everyone in the group made a face - even Time seemed to wince a little. There was nothing comfortable about having one's entire being unwoven and rebuilt in another location. Wild said it didn't feel all that weird to him, and Legend suspected his one-hundred-year-long soak in the “Sheikah juice”, as the champion called it, had something to do with it.
“Maybe his body is more conductive to their warp technology,” Four had once theorized, and Legend was inclined to agree.
It took longer than expected to see Wild stand up on one of the lower platforms of the towers. Were there monsters up there? A smaller cliff to climb that they couldn't see from their angle?
Whatever had slowed them wasn't an issue anymore as they resumed their pattern of teamwork-climbing, steadily making their way up the tower.
Legend flinched as something cold and wet hit his nose.
“Uh-oh,” Hyrule murmured.
Everyone on the ground began to hold hands over their eyes to shield them from the occasional drops to keep an eye on the tower. Twilight pulled himself up with his clawshots, and Four disappeared up the hole behind him and onto the tower's platform, out of view. A moment later, Wind vanished and Wild appeared in his place. Everyone but Wild and Sky were on the platform now, but the rain was picking up, forcing everyone at the shrine to back inside, out of the water.
Though they were just tiny figures, getting blurrier through the rainfall, they could still make out Wild doing his best to climb up the last stretch of the tower, but he slid back down, and Sky reached to steady him. Wild made a lot of gestures, pointing up - probably trying to convince Sky that warping up there was a lot better in the long run than staying in the pouring rain, if Legend had to guess - before the two crowded together and disappeared in a faint blue wisp of light.
“Poor Sky,” Hyrule said.
“He'll survive,” Legend replied, trying to back a little further out of the rain. The wall of the shrine was cold, damp from the humidity, and awkwardly curved against his back. It didn't take long for him to sink to the ground, tugging his legs as tightly to his chest as he could. Time followed suit not long after, while Hyrule and Warriors opted to stay standing for now.
“You're in pain,” Warriors commented, and everyone's attention swung to him, some to see who he was talking about, and Legend to give him a glare for noticing and mentioning it. But his next sentence surprised the veteran. “Both of you are.” Both? “Legend, you keep rubbing your hands and shifting and grimacing. Time, you were putting less weight on your left leg while walking.”
“Are you guys hurt?” Hyrule said, hands raised at the ready.
“Not an injury,” Legend assured him, giving a quick, sour look at Warriors. “I just… get achy sometimes.” To ease concern, he quickly added a fib. “Only when it gets stormy.”
Warriors glanced just past Legend's head and let out the tiniest scoff. The veteran's eyes narrowed before he decided to turn his attention to Time. He hadn't been paying enough attention, distracted by his own sore body, to notice Time's troubles.
“What's your deal?” he asked.
Time sighed. “My knees act up on occasion. Left one especially. Guess it comes with age.”
“You really do your best to live up to the nickname, huh, ‘old man'?” Hyrule remarked with a crooked smile while Legend dug into his bag.
Time chuckled. “Guess so.”
“Here, try this.” Legend held his Fire Rod out past Hyrule and towards Time.
The man reached for it, then hesitated. “What about you?”
“I'm going to try my Ice Rod. Which one helps - cold or heat - depends on the day. If these don't work, we can swap,” Legend said.
“And if only one works for both of us?” Time questioned.
“We'll cross that bridge if we come to it.”
The man sighed and accepted the Fire Rod. Legend took out his Ice Rod and did his best to tamp down the chilly temperature with his magic. He knew, with this sort of weather, with this sensation in his fingers, that heat would soothe the stiffness and pain, whereas cold would probably just make it worse.
That was likely the case for Time, too. If he was wrong, and Time wanted to swap, that would be ideal, but if not… Well, Legend had a feeling the only way the old man would accept the help was if Legend insisted he had other options.
Sneaking a glance over at Time, he could see the way the man slowly seemed to relax as he pressed the warmth to his troublesome knees.
He discreetly adjusted his grip on the Ice Rod, lifting the few fingers that were out of view of the others off just enough so they wouldn't be directly on the rod, though the weapon seemed to radiate a cool sensation into the air an inch or two around it. The sky lit up, and Hyrule “oohed” over the lightning before a particularly loud boom of thunder resounded in the air. Legend flinched, hands tightening on the Ice Rod before quickly loosening them again. Even so, as fingers of lightning spread across the sky again, he couldn't help but tense. Lightning always put him on edge, and while low rolls of thunder didn't bother him too much, sudden, loud claps of it made him feel rattled.
“How's yours doing?” Time asked without saying anything about how the rod helped him, which meant he was planning to swap if the Ice Rod wasn't helping Legend, even if the Fire Rod was helping Time.
Stubborn old man.
“Just what I needed,” he lied smoothly. “Guess it's an ice kind of day. How about you?”
“It's helping,” Time admitted. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Though his fingers were cold, the side of his head was burning; a glance across the shrine's small cove showed Warriors staring at him. Why? Did he somehow know?
But if anyone would catch him on his bluff, it would be him, wouldn't it? As much as he ragged on the captain, he loved him, but love did not stop Legend from being driven up the wall by several things about him.
First and foremost was how observant he was. Was it too much to ask to remain unperceived? If he wanted to lie about his well-being, that was his choice, and the captain could keep his perfectly shaped nose out of it.
Thankfully, if Warriors knew, he didn't call him out. However, after a few beats, he said, “I've heard that swapping between cold and hot can help pain.” The man said it casually as he leaned against the wall, eyes moving to Hyrule. “Hyrule, you have a candle, right?”
“It doesn't provide a whole lot of heat, though,” Hyrule said as he rummaged in his bag and pulled it out.
“But enough to cup hands around, right?” Warriors gaze swung over to Legend pointedly.
“Oh, yeah! I'd think so,” Hyrule said. “It's kept my hands warm plenty of nights in the past.”
In a battle of stubborn wills, Legend stared at Warriors, and Warriors stared back at him, quirking a sharp brow.
“Pass it over,” Legend said, putting his Ice Rod away. “I guess I'll give it a go.” Just to make it clear he was definitely unsure about this whole thing and was totally, absolutely fine using just the Ice Rod, he added, “But if this makes it all worse, you have to give me a hand massage.”
“Okay,” Hyrule said.
“I was talking to the captain.”
“Oh, right.”
Legend took the candle and carefully propped the flat disk between his knees, then cupped his fingers around the flame. He tried to keep his breath of relief from being too obvious.
After a few minutes had passed, he realized he should probably say something. “I don't think it's making it worse. How long should I use heat for? Do I swap back to cold later?”
“I'm not sure,” Warriors said, and Legend couldn't decide if he was telling the truth or not. “I suppose you'll just have to listen to your body and decide.”
He rolled his eyes with a huff, but he didn't mind the answer. Any excuse to keep the heat a while longer was good enough for him… though he'd probably have to give in and switch back to the Ice Rod at some point if he was going to maintain the facade. Unless he could pretend the ice and heat were helping equally.
If only the warmth of the candle hit his knees better. And his calves, and ankles, and elbows, and-
No use dwelling on it, he thought, resting his head on the wall. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell when lightning flashed through the skies, and he couldn't help but tense a little each time, anticipating the next sound of thunder. But as each rumble remained just that, he relaxed a little.
Until another crash shook the ground and he jerked, the candle tipping between his legs. With a curse, he made a move to grab it as it tumbled, but yanked his hands back with a hiss as the flame licked at his fingertips. The candle hit the ground, and Hyrule quickly righted it, moving it aside, before reaching over for Legend's hands.
“Did you burn your fingers?”
“I'm fine,” Legend said, pulling his hands away.
Stubborn, Hyrule stretched across him and grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands back towards him to investigate. “You burned yourself.”
He pulled them away again. “They'll be fine. Don't waste your energy on this. I've got an Ice Rod.”
“Legend,” Hyrule scolded. “There's no sense in leaving your fingers burned!”
“At least drink a potion,” Time said.
“I'm not wasting a potion on a minor burn. It's two fingers!”
“Which means it won't use up much of my energy at all to heal!” Hyrule insisted, taking Legend's hand again.
Grumpy from pain and feeling particularly hard-headed, the veteran made to pull away again, but another boom roared through the skies, pulsing through his bones. He found his fingers wrapping tightly around Hyrule's as every muscle seemed to constrict at the sound.
Hazel eyes flicked up to his, and Legend lifted his fingers, looking away. Something warm and tingly spread across them, and he yanked his hands away at the same time Hyrule let them go.
“See? All healed up. Easy.”
The best he could summon was barely a scowl. His friend was just trying to help. He knew he shouldn't be harsh over it, but…
He still tilted away from him and curled in on himself, staring out at the ringlets the raindrops made when landing in the puddles of water spotting the ground.
A small, disappointed sigh he clocked as being from Time sounded behind him, and he sank down a little, scowl deepening. The old man was in pain too, but he wasn't lashing out at others. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he be more like… like Sky? Everyone liked Sky.
A warmth suddenly pressed to his side, and he nearly turned to tell Time he didn't need the Fire Rod, but he realized the warmth was soft, molding against him, not a hard staff, and his gaze was met with Hyrule's, who gave him a knowing smile.
“I'm chilly,” he said with a smile a little too cheeky for Legend's liking.
With a sigh, he turned back and wrapped an arm around his successor, who threw his arm across Legend's middle.
“You're welcome,” Hyrule whispered, and Legend barked out a small laugh.
“Thanks,” he grumbled dryly, even as the corner of his mouth turned up. Everything hurt, and the thunderstorm sucked, but Hyrule at his side made it all a little less awful.
And if the Hyrule grabbed onto one of Legend's hands, giving it the gentlest of squeezes every time a particularly loud boom of thunder sounded, or an especially close strike of lightning hit the ground, neither of them said anything about it.
Later, Legend found the opportunity to corner Warriors and ask him the question that had been burning in him. “How did you know?”
“How did I know what?” Warriors asked a little too innocently.
His eyes narrowed. “Don't screw with me. Back at the shrine. How did you know?”
“What, that you're a big, self-sacrificing, hypocritical liar?” Warriors asked.
A flush spread across Legend's face. Not how he would have preferred that to have been worded. “The old man does enough for all of us. The least I could do was let him be the one to use the Fire Rod. But how did you know?”
“That's why I didn't say anything back there. For Time's sake. But you have a tell when you lie,” Warriors said, eyes sparkling with amusement.
His brows furrowed. He did? He thought he was a pretty smooth liar. What would he have-?
Warriors reached out and tweaked his ear teasingly, and he swatted him away before freezing as he remembered that one woman's off-handed comment in Lorule.
“You lying? Cuz your ears twitched real funny there. Mine do that when I lie.”
Ears twitched sometimes. When things were too loud, if a tickle was felt there; it was just part of life, so he hadn't put much stock in her words, but…
His hands rose to cover his ears, embarrassed heat radiating off of them.
No way, do they?
Warriors started laughing hard, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he moved to pass him. “I wonder how long it'll take for the others to notice.”
He stared at Warriors as he walked past, and as his cheeks burned, he wondered if it was possible to train his ears into keeping still.
Summary: Legend has a headache, but it's really not that big of a deal. Malon thinks otherwise.
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It was one of those days. Legend woke up and the sun was too bright, his brothers’ snoring was too loud. His head hurt, and he pinched the bridge of his nose until the pain receded far enough that he could stand. Hopefully breakfast would make him feel better.
It didn’t, of course. If anything he felt worse, surrounded by smell and sound and people and food. He ate mindlessly, only growing more nauseous until he gave up and went back upstairs. There were plenty of chores around the ranch, but plenty of people to handle them; nobody would miss him if he didn’t volunteer.
He slunk back to the guest bedroom, closed the curtains and slipped into his sleeping bag. He wasn’t planning on going back to sleep- that would be stupid, the day had barely started. He just needed a few minutes to shake this headache, and a dark, quiet corner always seemed to do the trick…
Somebody knocked on the door, a sensation comparable to a hammer smashing his skull. Malon’s distinct voice followed. “Legend, are you in here? Lunch is downstairs if you want it.”
Legend pushed himself upright, his head screaming at the movement. The sun was bright behind the curtains; he had fallen asleep. Dammit. He dug his fingers into his temples, trying to eradicate the feeling that his brain itself was being squeezed. Momentary relief got him standing and to the door, where Malon was still waiting.
“Hey, Legend,” she said, then got a good look at his wincing face. “You feeling alright?”
“Headache,” Legend mumbled, and Malon tutted at him.
“Well that’s no good. Anything I can do for you?”
Legend blinked. “No? I mean, all I ever do is lay down somewhere dark and quiet. Sometimes I sleep for a few hours, sometimes I throw up from the pain, but it goes away eventually.”
“And how often do you get these headaches?” Malon asked slowly.
“I dunno, a few times a month?” Legend said with a shrug.
“Nayru have mercy,” Malon muttered. “Hon, those are migraines. There’s better things you can do than just sleep it off, okay?”
“They’re not that bad,” Legend grumbled.
“Not that bad?” Malon counted on her fingers, “Legend, you’re sensitive to light and sound, the pain makes you sick, and they’re chronic. Call it what you like but this isn’t some small thing.”
All Legend could say was “Oh.”
Malon put her hand on Legend’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Now, let’s start with a cold cloth for your face and some tea. You let me know what works, and keep it in mind for next time. And next time you find a potion shop, ask if they can brew something up for you so the migraines don’t get so bad in the first place.”
“I- thanks, Malon.”
“Don’t mention it, hon. I just want you all feeling your best.”
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Sky has asthma. His stamina fruits aren't the only thing he has available to him.
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A Potion a Day Keeps the Asthma Away
Sky's always struggled with breathing. It's been part of his character since before he met his loftwing. Sky remembers Wars saying something about it being called "asthma," but he's not sure how that helps.
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Currently, Sky is in a predicament. While in the middle of a fight against black-blooded bokoblins, Sky tripped and rolled down a hill. He was fine, of course! The predicament begins with the fact that he rolled to the bottom, and he has no stamina fruit.
Wearily staring up the hill, Sky thinks through his options. He could either A) Climb up the hill and be useless in the fight, or B) Sit and hope his brothers are alright without him... Hylia be with him, Sky can't just sit back and hope. Taking a deep breath, Sky begins to make his way up the hill.
After what felt like forever, Sky made it to the halfway point. His chest was tight, and his breaths short, but he couldn't stop now. He had to keep going, his brothers needed him.
No matter how difficult it was to inhale properly, Sky needed to get to the top of the hill. He needed to re-enter the battle. He needed to help his brothers. He needed to speed up. He was too slow. He needed to keep going-
Sky collapsed. Falling forward, Sky barely caught himself with his hands. He'd try to inhale, coughing as he did so. His chest was impossibly tight. He'd feel tears rise to his eyes as he failed to get a proper breath.
"SKY!" A voice, he recognizes that voice, "SKY WHERE ARE YOU?!" Where does he know that voice from?
Sky would try to respond but he had no air to do so. He'd continue to cough into the grass, his breaths becoming shorter than they were. The tears that were threatening to spill over finally did, making it even harder to breathe.
Sky could hear the yelling of his name, he couldn't answer. He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe, he was fine a minute ago.
"Sky! Sky, look at me," someone kneeled in front of him, grabbing his face with their hands, "I FOUND HIM!"
He'd wearily look up, a small frame sat before him. Four, a thought at the back of his brain supplied, stared worriedly at him. A second passing thought began, but quickly dissolved. Something about an air potion, but Sky didn't have any of those. He forgot to buy one the last time they were in his era.
"Sky, do you not-?" Four moved his hands away from Sky's face, searching his bag. He interrupted himself, " No, you were busy."
Sky wheezed. He's sorry, Four. He should've been more responsible. He should've made sure he had his potion.
"Here, Sky, I'm glad I grabbed this," Four held a blue potion up to Sky's face, urging the man to drink it.
Sky, recognizing the potion for what it was, shakily reached for the potion. He'd hold the potion up to his face, drinking it as soon as he felt he could. He could feel the potion working almost immediately. His breathes came easier and the tightness in his chest eased. Finally able to catch his breath, Sky's arms gave out. Four was there. He could recover in peace.
In high-school, there was a guy that I had several classes with. He was smart and studious. He was in the school choir and was very good. He had a lovely voice. He took me to prom and I learned he was also very fun to hang out with and could dance.
This guy also had a facial difference. His right eye appeared swollen and drooped over his eye. I tried to draw Wind in honor of him.
