Wheezing is like nails down a porcelain plate. Enough to drive me out of any mender tent. But now… I look at the still, sallow form lying on the bed. Rissa wheezes. With every fucking breath, she wheezes. I don’t know if it’s blood in her throat or fluid in her lungs, or some other shit I don’t know about because I’m not a fucking mender, but I do know this: So long as she’s wheezing, she’s alive. So wheezing has been my favorite fucking sound lately.
