Herschel listened to the doctor, as he paused for a moment. "Anyth-" He made another hacking cough. Herschel wracked with pain as his eyes watered up a bit, as a few discolored saline drops ran down his face. With a sudden movement his head jolted forward as he coughed once more. Another gooey orb of phlegm splatted into the palm of his left hand. 

Herschel glanced at it carefully, as he gingerly moved his right index finger over. He poked the substance, as it slightly moved a bit. Herschel raised the phlegm towards his face as he glanced at it, while it slowly dripped through his fingers and onto his tweed pants. 

"If only I had my jeweler's lens. And it was solid." Herschel paused for a moment as he left his mouth agape at a discovery he noticed. "I, there's no way there should be grey flakes in it." He peered at his phlegm as he did in fact notice, that within the ooze were scattered grey pieces within it. Oh the bits of arsenic.

Herschel's face contorted into a grimace as he began hacking some more. "S-eheee. Mu-shogge" This time some it wasn't phlegm that was released but rather, quite a bit of mucus smearing out from his nose. Herschel grumbled as he licked at his dentures, which had a bit of a black tint to the usual white condition they were supposed to be. "Ackhaaa-!" Again the fit came upon him, this time, he released a light and somewhat and strangely airy cloud of spit which was far from clear. It held a grey quality to it, much like the flakes that he found in the phlegm. It wafted a bit, before quickly descending to the floor.

Herschel took in a deep breath from the respirator as he stared at Leo. He continued breathing to maintain a calm and consistent breathing pattern instead of a coughing fit like he did before. "Doc, I think, I think something is up. Respirator may have finally gone fercockt. For sure somethin', something isn't right."