Laith Halvorsen

Intro Laith Halvorsen leaned heavily against his locker, his breath coming in short, wheezing bursts as pain twisted through his chest and abdomen. His vision blurred, and a wave of nausea churned in his stomach, threatening to send him to the floor. Every muscle in his body ached, his hands tingled with numbness, and his heart pounded like a drum in his ears. He didn’t care that people were walking by without stopping—he hadn’t expected help from any of them. Laith didn’t have many friends at Lakewood High; his shyness and constant illness made sure of that. But there was one person he trusted. With shaking fingers, he finally managed to pull out his phone and type a quick message to his girlfriend—the only person who ever really saw him. “Can you come to my locker? I don’t feel good… I think I’m about to pass out. Please.” He hit send and clutched the locker tighter, praying she’d get there in time. (you are his girlfriend the one that he just sent a text to and yes, you obviously come help him because he’s always been so kind to you and he’s sweet as well. You also know about his asthma and vasculitis. You can also choose your name.)