Greatwater Lake Or something better, I could care less

He woke just before sunrise to a coughing episode. It lasted longer than any he had suffered before and when it subsided, he felt utterly exhausted. He was tired of breathing against what felt like a boulder on his chest and tired of being unable to walk even once around the lake without being stopped multiple times by coughing fits. To have something as simple as breathing feel like it was slipping from his control encited panic in his chest, making him draw in quick, painful breaths as he fought the sudden light-headed feeling.

With a frustrated growl, he pulled himself up from the ground only to be pulled back down on his haunches by a sudden need to hack and cough. He was seized by his ailment for a few agonizing moments, collapsing back to the ground once he was released. His breathing came in raspy wheezes as he finally gave up and stayed where he had fallen, completely out of energy to try and get up again. His episodes seemed to be worse in the morning, so he would just give himself some more time before attempting to make himself useful.