White Oak's mental Hospital :D Are you craZy?

Shannon: I made Tristan sit down on the piano bench. "Can you tell me where it is so I can go get it?"

Tristan: I tried to catch my breath, and failed miserably. "In...in my room...I think...can't really...remember." Which was bad, because I had a spot on memory. Only asthma could make me forget things.

Shannon: I furrowed my eyebrows, and glanced behind me as I asked, "Harper, do you know what number Tristan's room is?"

Harper: I looked at Shannon. "How would I know? He's like...down the hall from me, but that's all I know." I looked at Tristan, he looked pale and sickly on the chair. "Why? What's wrong. Everest...what's up with him? Yo!" I ran over to him and shook him. "What's up, man?"

Tristan: I would've slapped Harper if I could, but I couldn't. I could barely see. And I felt like I was floating. "2184" I choked out. I laid back, leaning against the wall, and felt my whole body grow limp as my throat closed up.

Shannon: I glanced between Harper and Tristan nervously before taking off to Room 2184. Once I was there, I quickly searched around for his inhaler, and after a couple minutes, I finally found it. I practically ran down the hall as I made my way back to the music room.

Tristan: I couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't feel anything. My lungs were burning. It was like I was being held underwater, but I wasn't wet, and the air was right there. I just couldn't breathe it. Even my body hated me. I just didn't get it. I kept make these "kkkk" rattling noises, and I couldn't even hear Harper.

Shannon: Once I got back to the music room, I sat down next to Tristan and held his hand for a second as I gave him his inhaler. I said his name a couple times, trying to get him to relax as much as he could. I doubted that he could hear me.

Tristan: I just barely felt plastic in my hands. It was cold, and my fist closed around it. Somehow, instinctively, I jerked it up to my mouth and inhaled. I suppose years of practice led to this. Immediately I could breathe, and I opened my eyes just slightly, taking long breaths. "Sorry" I apologized after I could get my breath back.

Shannon: I was relieved that he was all right. "There's nothing for you to be sorry about." I assured him kindly.

Tristan: Except for possibly a minor heart attack. And cutting short the dancing. And making her run alot. "Thank you" I said.

Shannon: "You're welcome." I replied with a small smile before taking in a breath of air. I had ran all the way to his room, and back. Or well, sprinted, in fact.

Ariella-I watched i envy...i couldn't have that. I could never have that. I felt tears brim my eyes. I wiped them away. I stood up and whispered. "I have to go..."
Ad just like every other time-i did it alone.