In My Arms (Forever and Always)

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Summary: Peter gets an asthma attack + this isn’t my best work cause i can’t write science well so pls excuse me tyy
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Peter Rogers bit into a piece of chocolate he found on the kitchen table, happily munching upon it while his papa, Steve went to use the bathroom, promising to be right back. The four year old had just gotten home from a particularly long day of school, and was more than happy to be home where he could relax with his favorite person in the entire world. 

And the four year old was hungry, and chocolate always seemed to look like a good snack. So, there he was munching on the chocolate snack. He had just swallowed his fifth bite when his mouth and throat felt fuzzy and his chest began to constrict, creating a sharp pain as the boy found it harder to breathe.  Confused, the boy continued to eat, and immediately regretted doing so. He burst into a fit of hacks as he suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous at the same time. He choked out through his tightening airways, “Papa!” 

Steve heard the urgent call and quickly scrambled to find his son coughing uncontrollably and cheeks turning red. He frowned, that’s not good. He approached Peter, thumping his back, trying to figure out what was the cause of the boy’s cough. Then, he heard Peter wheeze. Which meant that Peter wasn’t choking, but having an asthma attack. But from what?

He guided Peter onto his chest, instructing softly, “Peter, honey, can you take a deep breath for me?” He eyed the chocolate in the boy’s hand, and as he inspected it he noticed nuts. Peter was deathly allergic to nuts. Shit.

Peter stuttered as his face contorted in pain, “Papa, can’t.”

Steve diverted all his attention back to his son, holding the boy upright coaxing, “That’s alright, I’ll help you, okay? Don’t worry, you have to stay calm through? Remember?” 

Peter forced himself to nod, just managed to whisper, “Dizzy Papa. Like the teacups. Don’t like it.” 

Steve nodded understandingly, “I know bud, focus on me.” He clasped one of Peter’s hand and placed it over his chest as he exaggerated his breathing, “Can you follow me?” He dramatized an inhale and exhale a few times, in hopes that Peter would be able to follow. 

Peter winced sharply, voice beginning to fill with panic as he continued to cough, “Papa, can’t!” He whimpered, trying to remember what his doctor told him the last time he had a panic attack; he needed to stay calm, but it was hard too with all the hurt inside his chest. 

Steve understood that, consoling as he picked up the still-coughing child and rummaging for his coat and shoes, “Hey, bud, you’re okay. Can you try and take a deep breath in and out for me while I find your shoes?” He hoped his tone was calm and reassuring, because the last thing the worried father needed was for his son to panic more. 

Peter, words stuck in his clogged throat nodded and tried to do as his papa instructed, letting his eyes flutter close for a few moments. His throat ached and felt so dry, and Peter longed for water but with the tightening in his throat knew that it wouldn’t be easy. He attempted to swallow and soothe his coughing, which only escalated because of that, causing him to latch onto Steve tighter as his papa grabbed the toddler’s inhaler. 

Steve murmured as he slipped the inhaler in his pocket, “I know it hurts bud, I know. I’m sorry, Papa’s going to make it better, I promise you. Okay bear?” He made sure that Peter was all bundled and snug as he bolted out of the house straight to the hospital while whispering soft reassurances in Peter’s ears, “You’re going to be okay, I promise. I’m here.”

The run to the hospital wasn’t very long, but with all of Peter’s wheezing it felt a whole lot longer. Steve was beyond grateful when he got inside the hospital calling out, “He needs help! He can’t breathe!” His pleas were immediately answered with a team of doctors approaching them, instructing him to have Peter sit upright on a gurney. 

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