Destiny

"A-are you okay...?"
"N..No..." He replies, stepping forward another time and stopping there. "I can't... control it... the thirst.."
He sounded like he was hyperventalating... like he wasn't getting air.
"Okay...it's fine..just breath. People die all the time... It's fine..."
You knew your words weren't true, but you want him to breath, and so you try to comfort him.
"I... It's different...I killed someone... I killed...I killed...." He kept repeating those words...You bite your lip.