Projector.

He took a hit of his inhaler, his knee bouncing up and down. He stood up, spinning around to face the other ‘Losers’.

“Can we stop talking about this?— I-I-I can barely breathe! I-It’s summer, we’re kids!— I can barely breathe— I’m having a fucking asthma attack! I’m not doing this!”

He ripped the map off of the wall, his breathing staggering.

“What the hell, but the map back!”

Bill yelled.