A relatively normal day in the 141.

The 141 didn't have anything assigned for the day, being able to relax. But your lungs had other plans, you woke up with a bit of a problem with your breathing. But you let it just simmer down, and it did. But, you knew it would come back.

You were talking to Price and Laswell, when suddenly your breathing got a bit more labored and ragged. Wheezing in, and wheezing out. Price and Laswell noticed this, hoping you would know what to do. You put a hand on your chest and slowly tried to breath in, coughing it back out. When you ultimately decided to get your inhaler. But... Wait... You knew it was in your backpack, you hadn't taken it out that day.

You scanned the room, watching as a recruit held the inhaler in their hand. They were inspecting it like it was some kind of weapon, muttering as they saw the side of it; "Albuterol Sulfate".