Internet Scales (Patrick/Pete)

10 - Take 5 dollars

Pete's POV

He was a beautiful guy. Truly. He was a bit chunkier than I had expected but that didn't matter. He was Patrick Stump. And he was beautiful. I let go when he started to struggle and his breathing got quicker. 
"Hey" I said. He looked out of breath and struggling to get it back. "Are you okay?" 

"Mmh..." He blinked slowly. He looked like he was going to fall. I grab him under the arm and hold him up. I take him to the bench and a couple run to sit down before us and look smug afterwards. 
"Excuse me, my friend here is having an asthma attack. Could he please it down?" They just gave us the dirtiest look. Patrick's breathing got faster and more constricted.

"Pete, I can't breathe" He mumbles.
"Please can he sit down?" I plead. They look him up and down.
"My wife has a bad back." The man argues.

"Yeah but you don't. Can he just sit down for a goddamn minute?!" I shout. I could feel Patrick slipping to the floor. "Hold on buddy" I mumble to him. An older man near them gets up and rushes over to help me keep Patrick upright. He helps me walk him back to where he was sitting. Patrick falls into the space and he heaves to get air into his lungs.
"Should I get him a drink?" The man asks kindly.

"Yes, could you? Please, here's five dollars. Thank you so much" I kneel in front of Patrick and keep his head up. The man came back with a bottle of water for him. I opened it and put it to his lips. He pulled his inhaler out of his pocket and knocked the bottle top away from his lips and replaced it with the inhaler. He calmed down and looked at me, smiling a little.  
"Hey Pete"

I helped him back to the car and his dad got out and looked at us. Patrick was smaller and wider than me so helping him was a struggle. His dad came over to us and got his other arm. We sat him in the front seat and he sighed heavily. I got into the back with my case. His dad got in and we set off.

"Good to meet you Pete. I'm David."
"Good to meet you too" I smile into the rear view mirror at him. He looks to his son.
"Are you alright Patrick?" Patrick sat, breathing deeply and looking at the roof of the car. "Patrick...?"

"Mmmh..."He mumbled weakly.
"Are you alright? Is your breathing okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you going to talk to your friend?"

"No, he's okay. He had an asthma attack in the airport" I tell his dad. 
"I was going to get you boys takeaway tonight but after that..."

"Don't let me ruin Pete's time here. Get him takeaway. I'm not that bothered." He was such a sweet guy. 
"Okay."