With a start, the blue eyes opened and the sphere clanked against the inside of the tubes.
Zein stumbled back, crashing to the floor and gasping for air. He could vaguely hear sounds, voices from the speaker, but his ears were still ringing and buzzing and he still wanted to pour his stomach content into the floor.
He crawled to the wall, propped himself up, and punched his mask open to breathe. The tube had been closed shut again, fortunately, so he didn't have to ingest raw miasma fog into his lungs. He wanted to take some Golden Needle right now, but the stuff and the lighter were in his coat outside, and there was something more important he needed to do right now.
After he felt like he had stopped choking, Zein pushed his body up and slammed his fist on the communication button.
[Sir--]
