"No." And it was really uncomfortable to admit that, but if Alastair could help him, he had to. "No. I'm not...breathing enough and it's hot and my eyes are really..."
He reached up to touch his cheek again. It looked like a criminal marker, but it was the wrong color...
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He reached up to touch his cheek again. It looked like a criminal marker, but it was the wrong color...
"What's the Porter?"