1: You have an asthma attack (Dangerous era)

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First imagine up on here! I know some people with Asthma and I know Michael is very caring about the ill and disadvantaged so i simply put two and two together. Hope it's good!



Reader's P.O.V

You and Michael are hanging out at Neverland. He is your best friend and you have the bond of brother and sister. You know everything about Michael and he knows everything about you, there are really no secrets between the both of you.

Ever since you were born, you've had asthma. You got your first inhaler when you were 5 and still use it to this day. Some times have been worse than others, but every day was a struggle. Running around and playing is very difficult to do without having an asthma attack, but most of the time it goes well.

It's just past lunch on a summer afternoon and it's Michael's day off. On his day offs, he loves to pull pranks. You were prepared lots of times, but today you weren't.

"Hey Y/N?" He asks.

"Yea Mike?"

"What do you want to do? I'm bored."

"I don't know. It's so hot outside."

"I know right. It feels like a sauna."

He looks out the window and then his eyes pop open, you know what this means.

"WATER FIGHT!!!" He screams.

"Your on!!"

He runs to the other room to grab his super soakers.

As always he gets the biggest gun and you get the small. You run outside and run across the fields and hide behind a tree. You quickly recognize that the tree was his giving tree. You knew then and there you were in trouble.

You wonder where Michael is and try your best to be on guard, knowing how clever and how much of a trickster he is.

Suddenly, you feel your breath collapse and start to have trouble breathing.

Crap.

You think to yourself. You check your pockets. No inhaler.

You left it in the house. You collapse to your knees, feeling your lungs fade away as your breathing gets heavier and more raspy.

Michael runs around for a while trying to find you until he sees you in your present state.

"Y/N? Y/N!!!'

He races to you. Knowing how serious the situation was.

"Baby are you okay? Y/N?" He asks worriedly.

"Inhaler." You let out with a crack and violent wheezing.

He runs as fast as he can into the house to grab the inhaler. Your lying on the grass, growing weaker as your vision gets blurry.

He dashes out with the inhaler.

"Y/N!!"

He hurries to your side and kneels down beside you.

"Y/N I've got it....Oh no, please. Please breath Y/N"

With all the strength you have left, you take the inhaler and begin using it. It runs through your system but you still feel tired. With a raspy breath you fall back against Michael's chest and the world around you starts to fade away.

He picks up up and carries you. He runs back to the house with you in his arms as you fall into unconsciousness.

TIMESKIP

Y/N's P.O.V

Lights are shining brightly in my face and I slowly wake up on the couch in the house. I rub my eyes and sigh a little when I see Michael pacing back and forth and stop and stare at me when I sit up facing him. He rushes over and looks relieved.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" He says sitting down beside me.

"Okay I guess."

"Your inhaler ran out right after i used it and I called the doctor. The doctor came here and said you would be fine. You were only prescribed and inhaler and to take it easy for a while. I'm so sorry, I should have been there sooner."

"You are not to blame. I should have taken my inhaler with me outside. I just hate this disease so much it makes me want to forget."

"It's okay. You don't have to use it for awhile. We couldn't send you to the hospital because of the press and mass media and you weren't in critical condition when I found you and Debbie thought is wasn't necessary even though I was freaking out."

"I'm sorry I scared you like that. I-"

"Don't go there. You are not in the least at fault here. Shh, come here." He says and I hug him.

I breath heavily but steadily against Michael and he latches on my hand and I hold him back.

"I still feel tired." I say.

"Rest Y/N. You need to." He says and i nod and lay back down. He covers me with blankets and a pillow for my headrest then he walks away and I drift off.

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