‘ i wanted to make you proud.’ [from 98 to Helmut]
* angsty starters
“So you what? Give them my ideas.” Helmut shoved the other “Make me your little pet project? Something you think you can fix?” He shoved the other gain “What if I can’t be fixed? What if I do not want to be...” Helmut hissed, having lost what calm he had given the situation he was in. Shoving his hands into the other, it was clear it was one of his worse days as of late, despite the medications. He had clearly been stressed out and even if whatever James had done had been so small. He had been amped up and the rage had finally began to simmer over the top of the pot. Releasing on the closest annoyance at that moment.
Though only a moment or two into his shoving of the other Helmut had begun to cough, losing his breath. Wheezing, he pulled away from the other. Dropping to the ground, a hand moved to his chest as it seized up. His throat constricted. Sitting, Helmut strained to catch his breath. It was quite difficult for him to breath out in the Farmlands of Wakanda, with all the dirt and such he had to deal with. For the last couple of days that was becoming more and more clear as he was having trouble breathing at night. Because, for most of his adult life, he had had asthma. Since the glue incident caused severe damage to his lungs. Helmut clumsily searched for his inhaler, not finding it on his person.
