Stone Circle inytu

Murdock struggled into a sitting position, head still spinning madly. He gave another wet, wheezy cough, clearing his throat of the fluid that had gathered there. It made it more difficult to breath, but at least it coated the itchy feeling that had led to his earlier fit.

"I couldn't stop coughing. Couldn't breathe. Then you lot were standin' over me," he croaked, the hair on the back of his neck rising without his permission. It made him terribly anxious to talk about what was wrong with him. He always had the strangest notion that he might be attacked for it.