Thread: After Hours at the Nerd Lab [BH6: Captain & Blue]

He stepped away and Joy felt suddenly much more alone and stressed out. The coughing had slowed a lot, but that wasn't exactly a great thing, it more because she couldn't . She dropped herself heavily into the chair because it was there and that seemed like it might help even though she knew it wouldn't. It would help her keep from falling over so there was that, at least. Tadashi returned with the inhalers and she took the first one, snapping the cap off with trembling fingers and lifting it to her lips. Press it once, inhale the medicine and then keep trying to breathe. It opened things up a little bit, enough that she'd be able to better breathe the more heavy duty medication properly. It was what she used for the little issues, like when she ran too hard. Or in case of cold, but deep chills weren't exactly common in San Fransokyo. It got set aside, cap still off because she'd handle that later, and she reached for the next one. Things were already a tiny bit easier, but instead of leaning against the slender metal back of the chair the teen leaned herself against Tadashi if he was close enough, not seeming to really be paying attention to what she was what she was doing. Focusing on breathing was a little more pressing. The other medication was sprayed and inhaled and a second later Joy let out a deeper gasp afterwards, followed by a tiny flurry of coughs that were at the very least weaker and much less harsh sounding. Yep, that was the hardcore stuff. The tingling started in her fingers and behind her eyes and worked through her body. Well, she could breathe again. The airway had been more or less beaten into submission by medication and things were mostly working the way they were supposed to. It took a few seconds before she straightened though, having at least some of the same thought he did because Joy held her breath while she tugged her sweater up over her head, making sure to fold it quickly while it was inside out. The shoulder straps of her thin undershirt were a little slimmer than her bra, but that wasn't exactly a thing to bother herself with. She folded the shirt a few more times just to make sure it wasn't going to cause problems. She had modesty, of course, but even if it hadn't been for the fact that this was necessary to make sure she didn't end up breathing something that set her off even through the drug-forced relaxed state, this wasn't something she would have been embarrassed about. There might be a plastic or paper bag around somewhere, she could stuff the shirt in there. Or bury it in her backpack and wash everything later was the thought running through her head more than worry about if Tadashi could see her bra a little. Call the 911? No. Her voice was a little raspy and tired. My parents will try and make me stop coming. Or ask professor Callaghan to waste his time watching me like a child whenever Im here. And a shower would probably just make her cold at this point. Plus then she'd have to take the light rail home in clothes that were at the very least damp. Or... call her parents, admit something was wrong, and get pick up. No. She shook her head and added and dont tell Honey Lemon. The other student would feel guilty and she knew it. And while technically yes, her work should have been disposed of more securely, Joy knew she should have paid more attention to her surroundings. Shes such a good person and shed feel so bad. She wished she could be a little more like the blonde student. Maybe get to spend more time with other students when they and she, a little bit wasnt afraid she was about to die. Thanks. And... sorry. It couldn't have been a great experience for him. She wanted to crack jokes and make this seem like no big deal, but she didn't think she could right now. Maybe tomorrow, she was tired and didn't really know how to try and make it so things didn't turn out like she was afraid they would. I'm sorry this took so long! She'll try and leave him some cute gifts for helping next time she's at school, which we can use for more conversation