Y/n's pov
Asthma isn't fun, I prefer being able to breathe properly at all times. Asthma runs in my family and I was unlucky enough to inherit it. I'm a runner and I always have to carry an inhaler with me.
After completing my 100m sprint at practice I felt some all too familiar, a serious tightening in my chest. An asthma attack, how fun. Taylor was there watching when she saw me meander towards my bag. She rushed over and helped me walk back to my stuff so I could get my inhaler.
"Y/n just relax I'll get your inhaler." I nodded, I was exhausted and it was getting harder to breathe. She rummaged through my bag and found it, she rushed to me and had me luff on it quickly. "Breathe baby, just breathe." I relaxed as the inhaler slowly opened up my lungs. Relief at last.
