𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑺 ⋆ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺

☆ Calming. > FRANCIS x ASTHMATIC!READER <

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TW // This includes asthma / panic attack , if this makes you uncomfortable , please tell me .

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You weren't one to talk. You weren't one to get out and have fun. You liked being alone and liked being more of an introvert than anything. Your friend, Francis, was the same. But he worked as the milkman, so he had to be out and about everyday.

Today, you went with him on his route. Inhaler in your pocket, You'd sit in the milk van while he'd go to people's doorsteps and deliver the milk. And currently you sat in the van while he did exactly that.

You were getting bored, and decided to draw a bit. You grabbed an old sheet of paper and one of his many pencils and just started drawing. You drew hands, faces, eyes, and even Francis. You liked drawing Francis because he'd always appreciate the drawings. He had a folder full of your art and drawings when you gave them to him.

Francis walked back to the van, and started it up. He noticed the van was low on gas, and sighed.

" Looks like we'll have to stop for some gas. Hopefully we can make it, because it's about a quarter empty. "
He said, and you looked over. Almost out of gas? Wow.

" Wait, what? "
You said, a small bit of worry in your tone. Francis noticed and looked over at you.

" Don't worry, we'll be fine. "

You nod, a bit of worry starting to creep up on you. He started driving the van to the nearest gas station, but you both felt his van jerk, and slow down.

" Oh come on, not now! "
He said, getting annoyed. With little gas left, he pulled to the side of the road. He sighs and puts his hands on his face.

" Great. Now I can't finish the route without a van. Just great! "

You felt kinda bad, because he left the van on for you when he left to go take milk to people. You look at the van floor and start to breathe heavily, and everything kinda got out of place and felt weird. You were about to have a panic attack. Francis looked over and saw this. He reached over and put a hand on your shoulder.

" Hey! Hey what's wrong? "
Francis asks worriedly. He noticed the tears forming in your eyes and got out of the van, running to your side and opening the door.

" Hey, [Name], what's wrong? Come here.. "
He says, and you grab your inhaler and get out of the van. He sits you down beside it and hugs you.

" You're okay, you didn't do anything wrong. I promise. Just breathe, take a few breaths.. "
He says reassuringly, as he watched you take a few breaths from the inhaler. He holds you close, just wanting you to be okay.

Francis takes his hat off and sets it down, watching you struggle to breathe. He sighs.

" Look at me. "
You look at him.

" In for 4, out for 8. "
You didn't quite understand for a moment, but then it clicked. You breathed in for 4 seconds, and you breathed out for 8 seconds. You repeated this process until you eventually calmed down and stopped crying.

Francis smiles at you.

" Good, now,, tell me what's wrong. "

" I-I thought you were m-mad at me because y-you'd leave the van on while I was in it.. "

" Mad at you? No way..! "
Francis' brow furrowed, and he put a hand on your cheek.

" I'm not mad at you for that. I just figured I'd make it to the gas station in time, but I was wrong. I'm not mad [Name], I promise. "
Francis reassured you, and you sigh. He stands up and picks you up.

" Now, we gotta find a gas station and push the van there. Ready? "
Francis looks a little irritated that he has to push his van, but he looks at you with a smile.

You nod. And you both start pushing the van to find a gas station. Luckily there was one nearby, and Francis even got you something to eat.

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