Still gripping to my inhaler, I took another puff. My lungs were on fire but I'd be feeling better in a few. My asthma almost never bothered me so I didn't know how to treat myself properly since nothing ever happened. Stuffing my inhaler in my pocket, I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to take a deep breath. 
"Are you alright?" The soldier who had grabbed me earlier asked me. I looked over to my left to see him. He had dark brown hair and facial stubble. I nodded at him. "Your face is red." He pointed. 
"I'm fine. I'll be alright." I forced a smile. I really hoped my face wasn't red. I was starting to feel better already. At least that's what I tried to convince myself. 
"Alright." He shrugged. "I won't worry about it then." He ran a hand through his hair. 
I rolled my eyes and leaned my head on the window, looking out at the scenery or trees and gray skies as we drove.