He pulled the cupboard drawers frantically, the pain in his chest got worse, his breath hitched several times, the dizziness hit more intensely and his eyes heated up.
Damn, where's the medicine?
He was sure he kept it in this cupboard before he went to teach, where did the medicine go?
Shit, his breathing was getting worse, the burning sensation was spreading quickly, the pain was attacking his lungs. He pushed aside everything on the table in a panic, still not finding the medicine he was looking for. Ah, damn it, where did he put it? His vision became increasingly blurry as the contents of his head seemed to explode.
In the end, he couldn't fight the pain any longer.