Roadtrip Oneshots

Randy, Asthma Attack On Stage

This was a request from youtubeloverxxxx, so I hope you enjoy it... I did the best that I could with this. xx❤️

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Andy

The second the introduction to our first song played, I could already feel my chest tighten somewhat. I winced at the unwelcome sensation, but played it off. I sang my lines, pausing for breath more often than I usually would. I couldn't tell if anyone noticed.

Mid-song, I rummaged around in my pocket, positive that I'd slipped my inhaler in it earlier today. Almost positive. My heart dropped when I couldn't find it, and I knew that I've have to try to keep myself calm... Panicking only made it so much worse.

Usually I would be dancing around the stage, moving as much as humanly possible, but not today. Today I was still, occasionally walking to the other side. I didn't even jump very much, knowing that it would make me out of breath.

The bright lights flashing, and the music, didn't help at all. See, when I could feel an asthma attack coming on, it was as if my senses all dulled, and everything slowed down. But it sped up too, because I would then begin to breathe quicker, trying to catch my breath.

Exactly what was happening now.

Luckily I didn't have to sing for a while.

I walked to the back of the stage and sat down slowly, my hand rubbing my chest. Reaching to my side I picked up a bottle of water, taking slow sips.
I'd hoped that it would force me to calm down, but if anything it just made the attack gradually grow worse. I coughed after a few sips, hating the fact that I had to sing again in a few seconds.

I pulled myself to my feet, belting out the notes as best I could, but it wasn't as good as I could've done. I knew that. And as the song continued I only sang worse and worse. I mean, it wasn't awful, but it wasn't great either.

I inhaled sharply, bowing my head as I finished the note. My breath seemed to drag as I headed over to the back of the stage again. Rye followed me over, his hand on my waist, leaning in to talk into my ear.

"What's wrong Fovvs?" He shouted over the noise.

"Asthma... I can't find my inhaler!" I panicked as I stood on my tiptoes so I was level with his ear. I cleared my throat, eyes widening when it began to close.

"I'll ask if any of the boys have one!" Rye pecked my lips, earning an "Awwww", and also some screams, from the crowd. On any other occasion I'd grin, or maybe even slap his arse as he walked away, but I wasn't feeling it today; far too engrossed on trying not to pass out.

I watched from the back as Rye went up to each of the boys individually, his hands moving around frantically as he asked them. I started to panic even more when I saw Brooklyn shake his head, Jack shake his head, Mikey shake his head...

I stumbled back a step, knocking into the wall, and dipped my head down. I coughed harshly, and I felt sweat drip down the back of my neck.
Why did it have to be now?
It could have been when the show was over, or on the way home, but no... It had to be during the show, didn't it?

A hand, which I knew immediately to be Rye's, rested on my shoulder as I tried to breathe.

"The boys are going to finish the song for us and stall for a bit... C'mon, we need to get you your inhaler!" Rye shouted into my ear.
I nodded, breathless, feeling strangely weak and not really there. I went to take a step, but stumbled. I thanked to God that Rye was always quick on the draw, as he steadied me before I could collapse. My vision blurred as tears and sweat mixed in my eyes. Rye wrapped an arm around my waist, his other holding me up, and together walked backstage, although we staggered a few steps.

My ears began to ring almost instantly, and everything began to blur together.
I remembered Rye sitting me down, his frantic voice asking questions rather loudly, his hand running through my hair, his soft kisses on my cheek, but I couldn't tell you what came first. Images rushed to the front of my mind as I struggled to draw in breath.

But I was jolted back to reality when my inhaler was forced between my lips, a few puffs already hitting the back of my throat. I gasped, my fingers coming up to wrap around the inhaler, breathing in deeply as I felt my throat loosen.

"That's it, just breathe that in Babe... Slowly."
Rye's face focussed before my eyes, and I nodded, not able to use my words at this point.
As everything began to focus, I looked around me. We were sat on the floor, my back to the wall, Rye kneeling in front of me, eyes wide, breathing heavily. So I was, but for completely different reasons.

I don't remember how long we were sat there for, but soon enough Rye was pulling me into him, realising that the attack was gone. I still felt uncomfortable, but the feeling was fading. Not fast, but enough to calm me down.

"Thanks Rye." I whispered.

"You're one of a kind Andy." Rye chuckled, but I knew he was still slightly shaken up. I turned my head slightly, pressing my lips to his neck. I laughed into it, and Rye ruffled my hair. "Are you sure you're alright?" He asked.

"Yeah... I think we've left the boys hanging long enough." I hinted, waiting for him to protest, knowing that he would understand what I was talking about.

"You're not singing Andy... Not after that." Rye's voice was hard, concerned, but I loved him anyway.

"Rye, please... There's only two songs left, I think I can handle that." I scoffed, but I could see where he was coming from:

My boyfriend had had to help me off the stage before I passed out, and stayed with me while the attack faded away. But that didn't mean I couldn't finish the show though, or sing.

"Fine... But you're not singing the high notes. Not a chance. I'll take them as best I can alright?"
Rye gave in after a long pause, as I knew he would. He hated fights of any sorts, but what I liked about him was his ability to compromise.

"I can live with that." I said, smiling as Rye pulled me to my feet.
He planted his hands on my waist, obviously seeing my expression... I didn't really know what it looked like. I guess my face must've fallen at some point, because Rye stared deep into my eyes as he said his next words.

"Hey... Don't be upset. I'm just glad you're alright... They won't care." He promised with a smile.

He was honestly the best boyfriend in the world.

"I love you." I kissed his cheek, before running out on stage, Rye following with a laugh.

"Wait for me!"

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