les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

102. I Can't Breathe

Imagine: Forgetting your inhaler before a run with Eric and he helps you when you have trouble with your asthma.

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"You're 4 minutes late Y/N!" Eric scolds as you walk to outdoor running track.

"I got held up, sorry," You shrug.

"I'm doing you a favour by personally training you. Don't abuse this Y/N. 4 minutes late is going to mean 4 extra laps," He states.

"Eric-" You're about to complain but he cuts you off.

"You whine and I'll make that 8 extra laps," You groan but don't argue.

You do the first few laps alongside Eric perfectly fine. Your breathe starts catching during the 11th, you reach inside the small pocket of your armband to search for your inhaler, your hand is met with nothing but the fabric of the pouch. That's when you remember taking your inhaler out last night. Shit.

You contemplate telling Eric, but you decide to just continue pushing yourself instead. He wouldn't understand.

You slightly fall behind Eric's pace by the 14th lap. He turns towards you, running backwards, "Keep up Y/N!"

"Eric," you wheeze, hunching over and putting your hands on your knees, "I-need a-a break. Please."

"A break, what do you think we're doing here Y/N? Playing a friendly game?" He barks, "Keep running, 10 more laps and then you get your break!"

With that said, he turns around and continues running. You have no choice but to follow him. You feel your throat closing, and your breath comes in sputters of coughing.

"Eric please," you try calling out but your voice fails you. You collapse to your knees, your chest and neck tighten, and you attempt to breathe rapidly between your cough fits. Panic takes over and you feel tears mixing with the sweat dripping down your face. You make another weak attempt, "Eric!"

This time, he miraculously turns around, "Y/N? Shit!"

He rushes over to you and kneels down beside you, placing a hand on your back, "What happened?!"

"As-asthma," you sputter. A look of dread and guilt overcomes his face.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Y/N!" He puts a hand against your cheek, "Look, you're going to be fine, I promise! Do you have an inhaler?"

You shake your head weakly. He sighs, "Okay, I'm going to take you to the infirmary. I just need you to remain calm."

With shaky hands, you wipe away your tears and try to slow your breathing as best you can. Eric loops one arm under your knees, and places the other around your shoulders. He lifts you up; you loosely wrap your arms around his neck to offer support.

You wake up in the infirmary, and see Eric sitting on a chair next to your cot. He notices you waking and a look of relief comes across his face, "Y/N, you're okay!"

"How long have been out for?" You ask, pushing yourself into a sitting position.

"A few hours."

"And you sat here this whole time?" The question catches him off guard, and you can swear that you see him blush a little bit.

"I-um, I felt like such an ass, I should have given a break when you asked for it. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Eric. You couldn't have possibly known. You just assumed I was being lazy, it's your job to push me."

"I'm still sorry."

You gently touch his hand, "I forgive you."

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