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ghostussy · 1 year

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Copa x gn Asthmatic Reader

yes this is based off of earlier when I had an asthma attack and got sick immediately after my breathing treatment. so sue me!

anyway this is basically a slightly more complicated sickfic

TW: Mentions of asthma, difficulty breathing, sickness, tremors, etc.

also background info for the lucky ducks without asthma, some symptoms that come with higher doses of albuterol are tremors, fatigue, stomachache, fast heartbeat, headache, that sort of thing. This will be exhibited in the drabble. These symptoms also do not occur with the use of an inhaler, but rather a nebulizer instead due to higher dosage and the way it is administered. Also, a cursed fun fact: sometimes after using an inhaler, you can feel your airway open up! Gross.

However, after a few hours, you noticed it was getting difficult to breathe. You figured it was an asthma attack, and decided to ignore it. After all, your inhaler was all the way across the ministry in your bedroom, and it was just a minor flare up. You weren’t even wheezing yet. You figured it would either go away on its own, or it could wait until you made your way back to your quarters. You continued to focus on the book you were reading; the library smelled of old wood and new books. The smell had always been calming to you.

Your day started and went on as normal. You rose early to start your chores. Today, you were tasked with kitchen duty. This meant cooking breakfast and lunch, as well as prepping for dinner. However, this left plenty of free time in-between meals. After lunch, you decided to busy yourself in the library, shelving books and reading.

A few minutes passed, and you realized that the closed off feeling in your airway was not going away; in fact, it had gotten much worse. Panic rose in your throat, which you did your best to stifle; after all, it would make it much more difficult to breathe. You focused on breathing in, then out. In, out. In, out. You needed to leave, right now.

You walked briskly out of the library. You were quick to become breathless, your lungs lacking in oxygen. I just need to make it to the bedroom, you thought. Oh, why did you have to leave your inhaler all the way across the ministry? What a stupid decision! You paused halfway down the hall, trying to catch your breath.

Further down the hall, you saw Sister Imperator and Mr. Saltarian round the corner. “Ah, y/n! Just the person I was looking for. Have you started on dinner yet?”

“Ah- not quite,” you mustered, trying to keep the slight wheezing undetectable. The last thing you needed was to worry Sister.

“Oh, dear, you must get on it soon. It will be late soon.”

“Of course, ma’am.” your voice cracked slightly. “I will start in just a few moments. I must go now.” You worried you sounded rude, but the heaviness in your chest was only getting worse. You quickly walked past the two of them.

“Oh, hold on y/n!” called Mr. Saltarian. Damnit. The two of you turned to face each other. “You look a little pale. Is everything alright?”

“Ah- yes, sir. I am having issues with my asthma right now. I will be alright, but I must go.”

“Oh dear, child! Please, do go!” Sister bid you farewell. You turned back around and walked even more briskly, drawing in big, yet shallow breaths. As you walked, you wondered what triggered this episode; the library, perhaps? Or the changing weather? Maybe it had been triggered by the fresh flowers Primo had brought into the kitchen? It didn’t matter, you supposed, your asthma was still flared up terribly. You hadn’t seen a flare-up quite like this in several months. An awful heaviness was trapped inside your lungs, tightening your airway. You struggled to draw a breath, and covered your mouth with your sleeve. In past attacks, this helped you. Right now, however, it didn’t; and you weren’t sure if your inhaler would work either. “Only one way to find out,” you mumbled to yourself, the words cutting out.

Finally you rounded another corner, now facing your bedroom entrance. You threw open the door, hearing it hit the wall with a loud thud as you ran inside. Not bothering to close the door behind you, you proceeded to toss the items inside the bedside drawer where you kept your inhaler. Once it was in your hand, you shook it quickly and popped the cap off. You stuck it in your mouth, deciding not to waste time searching for the spacer; you knew that this would make the medication less effective, but you didn’t really have time to go searching for it. This would have to do.

You pressed the button, inhaling the bitter air. You held your breath for a few seconds, allowing the medication to enter your lungs. You did this three more times, equaling two full doses. You could feel your airway shift uncomfortably, then it became slightly easier to breathe. You took a seat on the bed, waiting to see if your airway would open completely. You took deep breaths, hoping to eventually get a full one. You didn’t.

Groaning in frustration, you tossed your inhaler back into the drawer; you reached underneath the nightstand to pull out your nebulizer, as well as a small vial each of albuterol and budesonide. You quickly separated the tube from the mask, pouring the medications inside. Once you reconnected the pieces, you placed the mask over your face and flicked the on switch on the machine. “Damn you, shit lungs.”

You lay down on the bed, waiting for the medication to work. You could feel the tremble in your hands already, partially from anxiety and partially from your inhaler. You knew it would get much worse in a few minutes, though.

You took deep breaths into the mask, inhaling as much as the medication as possible. You could feel it beginning to work, already being able to take bigger breaths than before. You still weren’t completely recovered, however. You closed your eyes, longing to breathe properly again.

. . .

“Yes, please go check on them- I know they said not to worry, but...”

Copia interrupted her. “I understand, Sister. I am positive they will be okay. First I will assign dinner prep to the ghouls, then I will go check on them. They have had this condition for many years, you know.”

“I know, C. It’s just- you should have seen them earlier. It was clear they were unwell.”

“It’s alright, Sister. I will report back to you soon.” He turned and made his way through the Ministry halls, making a quick stop to the ghoulettes’ quarters; they were quick to oblige, eager to help assist their papa. Next, he headed to your room.

He knocked on your door, not bothering to wait for a response before opening the door. He chuckled when he saw you asleep on the bed, atop the covers; the mask from your nebulizer laid next to you, now emptied of the medication you had so desperately needed. The machine was off as well, no longer making the loud, obnoxious noise it did while in use.

You stirred when the bed dipped next to you. “Mh?” You mumbled sleepily, your eyes still closed.

“Good evening, sleepyhead,” Copia muttered in your ear. “Did you have a good rest?”

“Mhm,” you replied, clumsily reaching a hand out. He placed a warm gloved hand into yours, grasping it tightly. “’m cold.”

“Understandably so, cara mia. Are you feeling better?”

You opened a bleary eye, beginning to understand your surroundings more. “Hmm? Oh,” you eyed the discarded nebulizer off to the side. “Yeah. I can breathe at least. Though I feel like shit now.”

“Oh dear. How so, little one?”

“Albuterol.” You closed your eyes again, as if that single word explained it all.

“Oh, tesoro. What is that?”

“Asthma stuff. Makes you shake, tired, stomach ache... That kinda stuff. It’s kinda wore off now. But that’s why I don’t do breathing treatments often anymore unless I have to.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s no good.” He released his hand from your grasp and ruffled your hair. “Why don’t you get some more rest, hm? I’ll come wake you when dinner is ready.”

You sat up at that. “Oh, no. I was supposed to cook dinner, Copia. I told Sister I would start on it soon- oh, what time is it?”

“No matter. Sister is aware that you are unwell, so she has taken the liberty of allowing the ghouls to take care of dinner tonight.”

You rubbed your fists into your eyes. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I really was going to come cook. It’s just these breathing treatments really wear me out when I do them.”

“It is quite alright, amore. Now, why don’t you lie down for a while longer? I am sure you need the rest,” he cupped your face in his hand, tilting your head to look at him. “My, you do look sleepy, if I do say so myself.”

You melted into his touch for a few seconds, before pulling away. “I really should get back into the kitchen.”

“No, cara mia. It is quite alright, the ghouls will handle everything. Now, lie back down, before your papa decides to take matters into his own hands.”

You chuckled at that. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

He took your hand in his own again, watching you tremble. “Do you feel fit to assist in the kitchen?”

“Well, I certainly could- I just, uh, shouldn’t handle knives.”

“Hm. I think you are full of shit, dear.” He pulled the covers back for you and helped you crawl underneath, giving you no other option. “Move over.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Scootch over, I want in.”

You chuckled. but moved so that there was enough room for the two of you on the giant bed. He climbed underneath the covers, pulling you on top of him and draping the thick blankets over the two of you. He wrapped you in a warm embrace, feeling you shake beneath the covers. “Now, close your eyes.” He ordered.

You obeyed, enjoying his warmth and the comfort of the moment. “Copia?”

“Yes, mi amore?”

“Thank you.”

‘Of course, tesoro. Anytime. Now, go to sleep.” He purred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It didn’t take long before you were fast asleep, your head resting on his chest.

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost #copia #copia x reader #copia comfort #tw asthma #tw: asthma #drabbles

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izzy-mc-fizzy · 13 days

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*rips bong*

*hits albuterol*

#weed #smoking #bong hits #asthma #tw: drugs #tw: asthma #albuterol #inhaler

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years

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Small world I live in Central Valley too! It was so weird today, I thought I was going crazy 🌧😲

Omg, right? I live right smack down in the Central Valley and I was like... oookay... the clouds are gloomy as fuck, it's windy as hell, and HOLY SHIT THERE'S A THUNDERSTORM NOTICE FOR THE RURAL AREAS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK—

#it was such a weird day i still can't process this #and then we're gonna be in triple digits all week????#like what????#rip my lungs #tw: asthma #i just know i'm gonna need my damn mask all week smh

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kinokoshoujoart · 5 months

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“you should’ve seen how nasty the AWL boys used to look, poor pony” WRONG. pony came stomping into the valley to start the world’s worst trashboy polycule of all time on purpose

#pony your ‘weed smoking husband’ number 3 is having an asthma attack as we speak. he needs medical attention #my art #tw drugs #bokumono #rock tumbling (sos)#awl rock #awl marlin #gustafa #awl pony #hm rock #hm marlin #harvest moon #story of seasons #harvest moon a wonderful life #hm awl #hm anwl #harvest moon another wonderful life #fanart #weed smoking gfs #every time i saw someone calling these boys rancid i added a bit more to this. and now it’s done yippie #local woman eats magic shrooms has constantly bloodshot eyes wears size 40 sneakers canonically has ‘kaiju voice’#and she’s here to take the trash out. on a date. and tame the trash somehow with the power of being a beefy weirdgirl #also she has hereditary sudden death syndrome. and she’s new in town #need more rancid man dating sims. let me reproduce with feral strange odd and off putting men! it’s my god given right!#need to be perfectly clear that gustafa is exempt from the rancid label. i don’t care that natsume made him say he doesn’t bathe #no one is allowed to slander him. including the publisher. he’s best boy #i learned from tomato that marlin canonically has asthma… he is Suffering #no one told him they’d be smoking weed cigarettes today. pony is misinformed about his weed smoker status he takes cbd for tummyaches idk

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mostlycatsmostly · 5 months

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Poor guy had an asthma attack in the middle of the night but we didn't hear him. He climbed up on the bed & puked on me. Gross but I immediately knew what was going on and grabbed his emergency inhaler. He is back to normal today. Good, smart boy.

#puke reference #tw vomit #tw puke #asthma #cat asthma #cats #black cats of tumblr

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ladyfarona · 1 year

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Silly and random ObeyMe headcanons!

Beelzebub can summon a hoard of flies using just the sound of his wings. One time, because he hadn't done it in a while, he accidentally called a hoard of butterflies instead.

...Mammon is terrified of butterflies. The above incident did not end well, and yes, fire was involved.

Leviathan almost died laughing due to the butterfly incident. It's how he found out he has asthma. Levi always carries an inhaler with him, and all his brothers know what to do when he's having an attack, though surprisingly, Asmodeus is the most helpful and soothing, and is Levi's go-to person when he is sick.

Once when Asmodeus and Satan went to the carnival together, Satan got separated and couldn't find Asmo for hours. Satan later made the mistake of going to into the House of Mirrors, where he found his brother having a "good time" with several park guests. Everyone involved was kicked out of the carnival, including Satan, even though he had nothing to do with it. The only thing that saved Satan from having a wrath meltdown was the cute kitten keychain he'd won earlier that day.

When Belphegor was a baby angel, he used to sleep on stars. If he feels particularly down, Belphie will wander off into the magical firmament high above the Devildom to nap on one of the stars Diavolo created. The warmth always comforts him.

The local barista always has Lucifer's morning coffee ready. Being a creature of habit, Lucifer has ordered the exact same thing for several hundred years so the barista never has to question his order. Lucifer usually comments on how good the coffee is and tips well, making him the barista's favorite customer.

#Yes Lucifer hits up the demon Starbucks #you knew it was coming #Obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me shitpost #Obey me crack #funny obey me #obey me beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me mammon #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me leviathan #Obey me Lucifer #obey me satan #Tw food mention #tw asthma

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ladybirdmacbeth · 11 months

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this is modern kanej at some fancy event for Kaz’ job, gossiping abt the stuff inej has overheard his business rivals saying. cuz u know our girl is tiny and silent and snooping in every au

#Amita in that dress tho????#like girl throw up a tw or smth some of us got asthma or weak hearts or whatever #literally she’s so insane for this #Freddy is pretty too but yk #AMITAAAAA THAT DRESSSSS OMFG #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #grishaverse #shadow and bone #modern au #freddy carter #amita suman

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scrapnick · 1 year

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Fuck thinspo all my homies hates thinspo, I just don’t want my joints to hurt when I’m old

#my asthma and allergies and joint pain had been kicking my ass but I feel so much better now omg #I just don’t drink as much alcohol or sweets and eat more vegetables #scraps.png #weight loss tw

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rachi-roo · 6 months

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loved your BSD fic involving Atsushi with a migraine! 🤍 I’d love to see how you’d write some Akutagawa whump 👀 just wanna see that stubborn frail man SUFFER—

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Breathe Easy.

⚠️WOOP! WOOP! WOOP! WHUMP ALERT! WHUMP ALEEERT!⚠️ Thank you SO much for saying so! I had fun writing that one, and this one, too! Whump just 😭👌 You know? I hope this one turns out to be your liking, buddy. As someone who has experienced some ATROCIOUS asthma attacks, I'm writing this purely from my worst experience. For the juicy whumps. XD

Summary: After a mission, Akutagawa suffers and asthma attack, and Chuuya races against time to find and save him!

Tw: Asthma symptoms, vomiting, CPR

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Chuuya's voice crackled through Akutagawas earpiece as he exited through the back door of a port yard wear house. "Meet up at the extraction point. We'll head to the meeting from there."

The cold sea air caught in Akutagawas throat as he stepped out the door, a cough getting stuck in his chest as he responded to Chuuya. "Y-Yes, mhm. I'll be there ihin- cough-!" He had just finished wiping out a gang of weapon smugglers, and for some reason, it left him more out of breath than usual.

He covered his mouth, breathing steadily through his nose.

Calm down. Calm down.

"Akutagawa?" Hearing his partner coughing wasn't unusual for Chuuya, but he had learned to tell when it was serious. "You good?"

The other cleared his throat, feeling his chest tighten slightly.

Don't panic. Breathe.

He tried to speak again, but all that came out was an aggressive string of dry coughing. He clutched his chest, desperately trying to will himself to breathe, but nothing worked. His chest grew tighter. His breath shortened by the second.

An asthma attack.

They always come on so quickly. One. Two. Three. Four. Seconds passed, he never had time to think. Panic set in as he felt his lungs ache, being robbed of oxygen as he coughed again, dry wrenching as he doubled over in pain.

I can't breathe.

He wheezed, leaning one arm on a wall for support, his hands starting to feel tingly with numbness. A cold sweat pooling on his forehead.

"Ch- gasp Chuya-!" He called desperately through his raspy voice. What else could he do? Chuuya was his lifeline right now.

"I'm on my way. Stay put. Have you got your inhaler?"

Of course he didn't. Carrying one of those around made him look more feeble than he already was. A foolish move, which he regretted every time.

He stumbled to his knees, heaving and gagging on another round of harsh coughing. A line of saliva falls from his mouth as he begged internally for a breath.

His stomach churned with the strain his body was under, throwing up aggressively on the concrete. The acidic sting in his throat worsened as he tried breathing in directly after. The smell stinging his eyes. He fumbled frantically with his Jabot, ripping it from his neck as if removing it would make some kind of difference.

Hurry. Please.

The human body can last thirty to one hundred and eighty seconds without oxygen before collapsing. Time was short. Akutagawa couldn't help the tears that started to stream down his cheeks, his eyes red and sore with the effort and strain of the coughing. Unable to get a deep enough breath, his vision started to fade as black shapes danced before him.

The pain was unbearable. He looked around for someone to help him. Anyone. Another wave of nausea hit, Akutagawas heaved, throwing up for a second time, almost choking on the acidic bodily contents.

I can't see.

"H-Help-!" He wheezed through his tears, barely louder than a whisper, almost completely blind by this point even with his eyes open.

His mind started to faulter. Hearing things that weren't there. A strange, booming sound echoed through his skull, his own heartbeat. Unbearably loud, blocking out the sound of Chuuyas words as he desperately tried to find him among the various giant buildings and machinery at the dock.

Hands numb. Chest throbbing. Throat burning. His body gave out, collapsing onto the ground, barely missing the pile of puke beside him as he rolled onto his back, wheezing and gasping for air. The ends of his coat, Rashōmon, thrashed and flailed as it also felt his panic and fear.

"Akutagawa! Answer me! Damn it, where are you?"

The only sound he could make was a strangled gagging as he lay flat, barely able to lift a finger as the numbness had spread. In only eighty seconds, the mighty and feared Akutagawa Ryūnosuke had been defeated by a cruel mistake placed upon him by his own genetics.

His body twitched, his lips starting turn a shade of blue only comparable to that of a corpse. The ground fell from beneath him, dropping him into an endless, cold abyss.

Silence...

"Akutagawa!" Finally, Chuuya found him, rushing to his side and immediately beginning chest compressions.

"Akutagawa! Come on, come on buddy-!" Mouth to mouth. Becoming Akutagawas lungs for him. "Wake up-!" Chuuya growled through gritted teeth, pressing on his chest again.

One, two, three, four, fi-

A sharp gasp suddenly ripped from the black clad boys throat as he jolted back to life. Wheezing and grabbing at whatever was in reach in a flustered panic.

"There we go, c'mon, sit up. Easy, eeeeasy." Chuuya cooed, helping the boy to sit up straight as he wiped the streaks of Akutagawas vomit from his own mouth. "Deeeep breaths. In... And out..."

In a daze, Akutagawa coughed again, cringing in pain as he swallowed as much air as possible. He leaned against Chuuyas chest, feeling exhausted, like he'd been asleep for hours.

"Where... Am I?..."

"Hey, look at me." Chuuya gently held his chin, looking at his face, wiping the sweat and tears from his cheeks. "Can you hear me?... Aku?" He used his nickname, hoping the familiarity would help ground him better. The other blinked vaccantly in response, struggling to keep his head upright as it lulled to the side.

"...Dazai?"

"Not quite." Chuuya sighed, looking at Akutagawas blue fingertips, realising just how close they came to a true tragedy. He frowned, feeling Akutagawas forehead, making him blink as the movement startled him.

"Look what you've done, dumb ass. You're burning up now."

"M'fine..." Akutagawa wheezed, leaning into Chuuyas chest, too fatigued to support his own bodyweight. "I'm... Jus' tired... Where's home?" He slurred, closing his eyes as they burned, stinging from the tears.

Chuuya huffed, shifting Akutagawa so he could carry him piggyback. "You'd better not throw up on me... And from now on, whether you like it or not, you're carrying an inhaler."

"Mhm..." Akutagawa had no memory of what happened once he stepped out of the wear house and stayed in bed for the next few days, sleeping off the fatigue and pains he endured. Safe to say, he was fairly embarrassed that such a situation was so easily avoided if he had just remembered his inhaler.

There was one good thing that came from this event, Dazai popped in for a visit. And he brought figs.

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Thanks for reading!!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #akutagawa ryuunosuke #ryunosuke akutagawa #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #bsd whump #whump #asthma #Akutagawa whump #tw asthma #tw vomiting #tw fainting #Bungo stray dogs whump #rachi roo #bungo stray dogs #non tickles

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10piecechickenmcnugget · 10 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY YCGMA‼️‼️

#these are full of mistakes but so is the album so <3 #mcyt #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #since i saw vienna #saline solution #jubilee line #your city gave me asthma #ycgma #tw drugs #<- kinda #10pieceart

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casiavium · 11 months

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I've seen a lot of the "Link is a stoner" headcanon recently and while, yes, he does drugs, he does not smoke. He has asthma (see games with stamina wheel). He does, however, make insane edibles. Won't tell you what's in them. Probably picked up a mushroom from the side of the road and added it to a flower he's been holding on for week and boom. Best carrot cake you've ever had and you're ready to fight god. He's the tweet that's like "I can make you something that will feel like you switched genders for an hour"

#tw drugs #tw marijuana #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #botw #skyward sword #thise are the ones I've seen said he has the vibe and yeah he does but NO he CAN'T smoke HE HAS ASTHMA

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arecaceae175 · 6 months

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“i can’t breath”, Sky and hyrule, hurtcomfort? or angst? please ;u;

HI SORRY THIS TOOK LITERALLY A MONTH TO ANSWER

AO3 link.

Whumptober Day 14: Flare featuring Sky, Hyrule, and Twilight

Warnings: asthma attack

Whump rating: 2/5 - Physical whump

Hyrule felt the urge to glance over his shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Sky was lagging at the back of the group. That in itself wasn't unusual, but something about Sky's demeanor was ringing anxiety bells in his head, today.

Maybe it was the way Sky's usual blinding smile was dull and dim. Or the way he had his head down, focused on his feet, instead of admiring the beauty of whichever era they landed in. Or the way he kept grimacing and rubbing his chest and clearing his throat.

Hyrule didn't want to seem like he was hovering, but he couldn't help it. He worried.

He glanced over his shoulder, and nearly tripped over his feet.

Sky was frozen, eyes blown wide and hands on his chest, struggling for breath.

"Guys!" Hyrule yelled as he ran for Sky.

As soon as he was within reach, Hyrule grabbed Sky’s upper arms to support him. Sky’s hands flew from his neck to Hyrule’s sleeve, and he gripped it until his knuckles were white. Dust billowed from the path as the others ran to join them. Sky coughed, then soundlessly gasped. He couldn’t draw a breath in.

“The dust!” Four said. “Move him!”

Hyrule’s heart was beating into his throat as he pulled Sky to the grass on the side of the path.

“I’ll get the fire. Where’s the potion?” Wild asked.

“Here,” Legend said, pulling a glass bottle out of his bag and rushing to kneel beside Wild. “I keep an extra.”

Hyrule could feel the tremors as Sky shook. Twilight came around his other side and the two of them gently lowered Sky to the ground.

“You’re gonna be just fine, Sky,” Twilight said as he pulled Sky against his chest. “Focus on my voice.”

Sky was still gasping, but sounded less like he was choking. His head fell against Twilight’s, and Hyrule noticed tears leaking out of his eyes. Hyrule scooted closer until his knees were pressed against Sky’s legs, and he tangled his fingers with Sky’s.

Warriors brought out the fire rod and added its flames to Wild’s fire. The flames burned blue, and within minutes there was steam coming out of the potion bottle.

“Sky, the potion’s ready. Can we move,” Twilight said. Sky squeezed Hyrule’s hand twice.

“He’s ready,” Hyrule said.

Twilight nodded and pulled Sky with him towards the fire. Hyrule pulled Sky’s sailcloth off his back and Wind and Time helped him hold it over Sky’s head to catch the stream. Wild and Legend made sure only the steam from the bottle went towards Sky and none of the smoke.

They, unfortunately, had become quick experts at dealing with Sky’s attacks.

The potion was potent and had Sky breathing again quickly. As his breaths calmed and the adrenaline left his body, his eyes drooped and he slumped against Twilight.

“Are you okay?” Hyrule asked.

Sky nodded and squeezed Hyrule’s hand twice again. Hyrule smiled a wobbly smile and rubbed his thumb on the back of Sky’s hand.

“We’ll make camp here, then,” Time said. He put his hand on Sky’s head and gently rubbed his hair.

“Looks like you’re not getting out of that one,” Legend said, gesturing to Sky on top of Twilight, rapidly losing the battle against sleep.

Twilight chuckled. “Fine by me.”

#whumptober2023 #no.14 #flare #linked universe #fic #tw:#asthma #asthma attack #breathing problems #sky gets a magic inhaler #it probably contains honey and green tea #but also it's magic #bc nothing can replace an actual inhaler except magic #ace writes #whumptober #whumptober 2023

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