Delirium

Martin felt the suffocation in his chest grow. It was only a few minutes before that he had taken a dose of his "medicine." His heart was beating fast, beads of sweat formed on his neck as he marched up and down his office. The cold in the office did not help improve his mood. He was resisting the urge to take another dose, but it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, even as he loosened the tie around his neck. His clothes felt like ants crawling on his skin. He smoothed his shirt, but the feeling remained. He knew the consequences of another dose. He knew it better than anyone.