I sat up, lift my arms behind my head and stretching my torso. My mother had always told me that opened my airways a little more. I had no clue if it worked, but it was better than nothing. I had calmed my breathing down a lot more from when I Was first thrown in here, but my head and my lungs still hurt. I just wanted some water, fresh air, and my inhaler. I'd never really needed it before, but now I felt like I was suffering without it. 
"Hey, you alright?" Nina asked me. "You sick or something? You're wheezing." She said. 
"I am?" I asked. I had no clue. I thought I was doing just fine. "No, I'm not sick. I'm fine. I'm alright." I was trying to convince myself more than I was her. "Just tired." I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them. I didn't know what to do anymore. I guess all there [i]was[/i] to do now was just wait. Wait for the morning. Wait for someone to rescue us. Wait for me to feel better.