feeling listless

Fiction

Lucy gasped, her body falling forward. I grabbed her hand, steadying her.
“Who?”
“Mark…”
Who we hated now.
I ran.
I banged on his door. It opened.
“Lucy…”
Mark grimaced. I looked over his shoulder, to the table. Her ex-boyfriend passed the inhaler to me.
I smiled.
I ran.
Moments Lucy was breathing again.

[Apparently I wrote this last June. I have no idea why. I don't know what it means. The things you find on your hard disk.]