A Thousand Cuts by E. Sedia
The cough took him over, and he hacked, bent in half, holding onto the windowsill for balance. Coughing turned into retching, and Frederick dry-heaved, his eyes watering. Something tickled his throat, and he felt something extend through the nasal passages into his esophagus. He opened his mouth and reached, gagging as his finger groped in his throat. He felt something thin and springy, and he took the hold of it with two fingertips and dragged it out.
