[it takes beyond another minute or so to stop coughing, get his breathing back to normal, push down the violent memories where they can no longer shake him where he stands. blinking back tears, he wipes at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.]
That ... was awful. [he quietly wheezes this understatement, staring out at the unkempt yard.]
action.
That ... was awful. [he quietly wheezes this understatement, staring out at the unkempt yard.]