Ivan coughed loudly, barely stopping to inhale rattling breaths. [i]No... now is not good time to have an asthma attack.[/i] He thought, looking around as if to see if anyone had noticed. He got up, limping his way into the corner of the room just as he started to fail to stifle the urge to retch. His stomach twisted into tight knots as he struggled to breathe. For whatever reason his first instinct was to get as far away from everyone as possible, but he wasn't about to run outside again. But if he was going to throw up, like he felt he was going to, it would be best not to do so indoors. So instead of acting, he just stood slumped in the corner, feeling extremely conflicted and still coughing wildly.