Roadtrip Oneshots

Randy, Asthma/Panic Attack

Andy

I woke up in the night, chest a bit tighter than usual, but I shrugged it off. I fell back into a restless sleep for half an hour before jolting upright. It felt like someone was pressing down hard on my chest, and I was struggling to breathe evenly. Looking over at Mikey's bed, I realised that I was alone.
The boys had all gone out to the gym as I'd fallen asleep... I was alone.
Turning my light on, I coughed harshly, my whole chest shifting. I fumbled for my inhaler with shaking hands, brought it to my mouth and puffed a few times.
Nothing.
I tried again, but it was empty. I let it fall onto my lap, and coughed again.

The panic started to creep in as I felt my throat slowly shut. My breathing quickened, but less and less air was getting into my lungs. I choked out a cough, unsteadily pushing myself to my feet.
Dizziness hit then, and I felt my knees give out. I gripped my bed tightly with one hand, the other held over my chest.
It was all getting tighter. Every time I inhaled I coughed, and tears blurred my vision. I was suffocating. I was choking. I was panicking too, which wasn't good.

The boys all carried an inhaler on them, Rye made sure of it (always the overprotective boyfriend) but what good does that do me now?

Rye. I had to talk to Rye. I frantically ran my hands over my stuff before I finally found my phone, knocking things over in the process. My fingers shook as I tried to put in the password, and I had to retry three times before I unlocked it.
How long had they been out for? Surely they had to come back soon?

I kept coughing, and it wouldn't stop. My lungs screamed for air, but I couldn't give it to them. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I slumped to the floor, and I felt my eyes start to slowly slide shut.
I wrenched them open, holding my phone tightly as I frantically typed incomprehensible messages to Rye, hoping he'd get the gist of what I was trying to say.

By this point I couldn't see a thing, my vision filling up with black spots, and no matter how many times I blinked, they wouldn't go away. I tapped on random things before hitting send at least twenty times.

I hated being alone. I was scared. I might die before they find me. I didn't want to die like this... I wanted to die peacefully, with Rye by my side as he held my hand, singing softly as I felt myself slip away.
I wanted kids, a boy and and little girl, we'd call them Jake and Lydia, and the boys would all be uncles to them.
I wanted to die with dignity...

"Andy!" I heard, not realising that my eyes had began to close. Everything was blurring, and I felt light headed, the ground was strangely comfortable...

"Someone give me an inhaler! No! Andy open your eyes!" A voice commanded. I wheezed, still choking, my chest and throat tighter than ever.

"Andy! Babe... please." The voice trailed off.

It was Rye. My knight in shining armour. Hands grabbed face and something was forced into my mouth.  I opened my eyes groggily to see the inhaler that Jack carried was in my mouth. I followed the hand, my eyes trailing up the wrist, and then the arm, to meet Rye's eyes, tears of panic and shock streaming down his cheeks.

Immediately my throat and chest loosened, and the wheezing and spluttering calmed down slightly. My head rang, and finally everything began to slow down.
I heard shouting over the ringing in my head, but I ignored it. I focussed on breathing in and out, slowly and deeply, feeling the tears still flow down my cheeks.

"Baby... You're okay... You're okay..." Rye sobbed, and I felt myself cry in response.

"No... no, Andy don't cry, it'll make your breathing worse again." His voice wobbled, and I thought that he was trying to stay strong for me.

Something soft was placed under my head, and I let my eyes close briefly. I blindly reached out with my hand and found Rye's by my head, shaking uncontrollably. I squeezed, and he squeezed back even harder.

I don't know how long I was lying there for, but it was a long time before I finally opened my eyes, breathing back to normal, but my whole body was shaking. Rye was lying on the floor beside me, and I felt tears flood my vision. He pulled me into him, so that we were a tangle of limbs, and I cried heavily into his shoulder, my shoulders shaking with the intensity of them. He ran a hand through my hair, and the other was rubbing my back in small circles.

I then realised that Rye was shaking too. I pulled away from his shoulder to see his face was tearstained too.

"Rye." I said softly, wiping my eyes. He didn't let me go, if anything he held me tighter.

"Rye." I tried again. His eyes just started at me, shock still evident in them.

"I thought I'd lost you." He sobbed, moving his hand to cup my face. My heart ached for him, hating myself for putting him through that. "I thought I'd lost you... I thought I was t-too late, I w-was nearly too late, if we hadn't been nearly home already..." He trailed off, eyes searching deep into my own.
I felt the tears build up again, only now just realising how close to death I had been. I felt my body begin to shake all over again.

Rye sat up slowly, hanging his head as the tears still fell. I made to stand up, but as I got to my feet my legs gave out beneath me for a second time that morning. Strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist, preventing me from falling. He steadied me, and I turned and burried my face into his chest, clutching his shirt tightly with my hands. He rested his head on mine, and pulled my body flush against his own.

"I thought I was going to die." I mumbled, but the way he squeezed me told me that he understood. I then cried silently into him, hating how weak I still felt. We stood there for a long time.

"C'mon babe... Let's go to sleep." He whispered in my ear. I nodded, feeling the events come catching up to me.

We lay down, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. I flicked the light off, and nuzzled into him, already feeling calmer, even though I knew that I was still shaking.
The fear of nearly dying would stay with me.

"I love you Rye." I murmered, finding his hand in the darkness and intertwining our fingers.

"I love you too, please don't scare me like that ever again." He whispered, and I moved my head to press my lips hard against his.
Desperate. Passionate. Fearful.
Out of breath I laid back down.

"Where are the boys?" I asked, suddenly remembering that they all found me together.

"Giving us some space." He said softly. I sighed, and snuggled further into my boyfriend. Sleep washed over me in seconds.

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If you couldn't ready tell, I've never experienced a panic attack or an asthma attack... So that's why the description isn't very good.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.
As always, thankyou for reading.
Love WolfGirl. ❤️