Keep playing with your powers

Pulling your legs out from the **** nurse, you crawl forward and briefly examine her. Nicole's eyes wander vaguely around the room, unfocused and glassy. You can barely hear her shallow breathing.

"Uh... are you okay?", you ask, and she slowly nods her head in response. "I feel... goooooooood...", she whispers, completely limp across the gurney. Something about her tone - spacey, distant, floating - gives you an unexpected surge of arousal. It reminds you of this one hooker you found back in Arizona that had tried MDMA for the first time and couldn't handle the trip. You slowly reach forward and touch her cheek, with no response. Then you run a hand down her arm... then her legs... then you outright begin to **** her, hands groping and squeezing all over her form. Her eyes roll around like a doll, mouth open, unable and not really wanting to stop you.

Eventually, though, you grow bored with just touching someone that doesn't do anything in reply, so you unsteadily get out of bed and stretch. You wince, feeling another coughing fit coming on, and you decide to stumble over to the adjacent bathroom for a better look. Nicole stays where she's at.

You pull open the door and enter, staring at your ragged self in the mirror. Little green wisps of smoke escape your lips at random intervals, coughing or not, and you wonder for a moment of there's anything you can do to stop it.

-- First you try holding your breath for awhile, but all that does is make your headache worse. A massive cloud of smoke nearly blankets the room as a result. Surprised at the amount of fog, you guess that you continue to emit the stuff whether you're breathing or not.

-- You try keeping your lips shut and just breathing from your nose, but sure enough, gas leaks from your nostrils like an angry bull. Dammit.

-- Lastly, you just try different words or thoughts, thinking back to the Spider-Man movie from a decade ago, where Peter Parker had to experiment and figure out how to use his web. You yell different words, try different poses with your face, lips, hands, hips... nothing works.

Suddenly, you hear rustling in your room accompanied by Nicole's groaning. Shit - she's awake. You quickly stumble back into the room, and see her rubbing sleep from her eyes as she tries to stand. She sees you and begins to panic, saying "Pl-please -- don't -- no-- ohgod--!". The terrified blonde jerks her head to the left, at the button labeled "Patient Emergencies".

The next moment happens all at once. As she surges for the alarm, you race forward in an attempt to cut her off. You try gassing her again, but from all of the excitement your breathing is light and narrow as opposed to thick, deep coughing.

Unbeknownst to you, the change in your breath's pitch is the key to your power, and you accidentally spray Nicole again with a cloud of...