Trouble:The muse is having difficulty breathing.
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It struck quite suddenly. Eric had been expecting to enjoy a lovely evening at home after finishing up his work at the office. A large bottle of whiskey and pipe waited for him in his study. But pleasant thoughts of a peaceful evening were all but forgotten when he doubled over his desk, a trembling hand clutched at his chest. He wheezed sharply, desperately. Hardly anything made it to his lungs, and the effort was quite painstaking. “S-Shite.” Papers grasped in his hand crumpled beneath his tightening grip. If only someone were about to relieve him of this sudden spell.