Her chest closes, heart stops beating, air stops flowing, lungs begin to collapse.
No one to save her but never-failing to pull herself together before death becomes her prison.
It was getting worst.
This started with a simple cough; just a cough.
One stupid cough.
Nothing severe, or so she thought.
She spoke no words, proceeding to believe the lack of worry was always necessary.
Simple coughs turned to coughs with blood, greeted by coughs with chest pain, climaxing to lung failure, concluding with death.
No words, no knowledge; she fought alone to her silent death.
Wishing she spoken one word of that one cough, that lead to coughing up blood, corrupting her lungs to prevent this stupid silent death.