Ashton's POV
She kept weeping into my chest, her small hands digging into my arms. Whatever today was was really affecting her.
"Such a bad daughter." She'd mutter under her breath, it meshed together with her sobs and I didn't exactly know how to comfort her right now.
"Kat, baby, let's breathe okay." I murmured into her hair, she kept wheezing and I was getting a bit worried since she could barely suck in a breath without choking.
She lifts her head up to look at me, her eyes red along with her face. She's hurting, mentally and physically.
"I can't breathe." She mutters, her hand on her chest as she shuts her eyes, trying to gasp for breath.
"Kat, calm down, okay, slow and steady." I say suddenly scared, she looked like she was about to faint. This wasn't good.
Her eyes roll back slightly which instantly puts me off, I'm quick to yell for Meredith.
"Meredith! Anyone!" I yell when Kat goes limp in my arms, I quickly lay her down fully, pinching her nose as I start CPR on her.
Meredith walks out towards us, her face in shock. "Call an ambulance." I say and she nods, running back into the house.
"Come on Kat."
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Kat's POV
I woke up by an obnoxious beeping, it was practically in my ear. I force my eyes open, my surroundings throwing me off guard.
"She's awake." I hear Meredith's voice say from a few feet away and next thing you know Ashton is stood above me, his features showing relief.
"Oh thank you, God." Ashton mumbles holding my face in his palms, he kisses me on the lips and on the nose.
"What happened?" I ask, just now realizing my throat was sore, my mouth dry.
"You passed out, your blood pressure was through the roof." Ashton says to me, his hand rubbing my head assuringly.
"How long have I been out?" I ask with my hoarse voice.
"40 minutes." He says and I nod, my head was pounding, my stomach felt more than empty overall I just felt weak.
"Do you remember anything before you fainted?" Ashton asks, I look between him and Meredith and nod.
"Today's the day my dad died. I forgot." I whisper, I never ever had forgotten the day of my father passing, it was a day I always spent mourning alone. But this year I suppose I was thinking about other stuff too much.
"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry." Meredith says from her side of the room, her facial expressions show guilty and suddenly I feel bad for giving her attitude earlier.
"No, it's fine... Sorry about ruining your day." I whisper, she shrugs it off, a small smile on her thin lips. "My birthday isn't till tomorrow, you didn't ruin anything."
I nod slightly at her words, my eyes falling back onto Ashton who's holding onto my hand for dear life.
"I'll be right back." Meredith says and I only assume she wants to give us some space. I appreciate that.
"You scared me half to death, back there." Ashton whispers, chuckling slightly.
I sigh, rubbing my face with my freehand. "What's wrong with me?" I ask to no one in particular.
"I didn't want to say this in front of Meredith but the doctor told me... You want me to tell you?" Ashton says almost apprehensively, a look of uncertainty on his face.
"Yeah." I nod, my mind instantly goes to the worst. Cancer, only giving me a week to live or something tragic like that.
"He said you have a heart disease... Stress related, he says with your anxiety you developed asthma that also messes with your entire cardiovascular system." Ashton says slowly, making sure I comprehend his words.
Heart disease. Stress related. Asthma. What did this mean?
"He says it's also genetic so you could have already had the trait and gotten it from either your mom or dad..." Ashton continues.
I pull my hand out of Ashton's and cover my face, and I can't help but cry at what Ashton just told me.
I was a walking disease. How could he ever love me after this?
"Baby," Ashton coos as he leans lower to me, I can feel his breath on my skin, his hands on either side of me. "Everything's going to be okay."
I let out a cry at his words because nothing is going to be okay. Today couldn't get any more worse.
"Why do you love me?" I ask him through my sobs, uncovering my face to see his reaction. He bites his lip, his eyes falling on every inch of my face.
"How could you possibly love me after this?" I ask him again only quieter.
He moves his hand to my face, swiping his thumb past my cheek to catch a tear or two.
"How could I not love you after this?" He asks just as quietly. "I don't think you understand how strong and beautiful and independent you are. You've gone through so much yet here you are, here we are. I love you because even when life is shit and either of us are in a rut, you always miraculously pull us through it - your the light at the end of my tunnel and your still shining baby, after everything, your the little light that keeps me going."
I smile at his words, my head leaning further into his palm. "I love you so damn much baby, I don't want to imagine a world without you." He continues sweetly.
"You mean that?" I can't help but ask, I wanted him to reassure me.
"Of course I do." He says leaning forward to kiss my lips. He gingerly presses them together, pulling away softly.
"We're going to be okay, okay? Your more than a illness, more than a phobia, more than the odds. As long as your with me, everything will be okay." He says leaning his forehead against mine, I close my eyes, my hand on the back of his neck.
"I love you so much, Ashton."
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