Prompt from controyecon
"Connor is a severe asthmatic and suffers from an attack in New York."
Troye's POV
It was a cold day.
The sort of freezing that made your insides numb, your fingers tingly, and your breath turn into ice cold smoke. I watched puffs of it leave my lips, swirling into the New York air like a frozen cloud.
We were visiting for the weekend, a treat from Connor to I, to celebrate our three year anniversary.
We had been here for a matter of days, and our walks through Central Park had began to get boring, leading us into the big city, for a spot of unordered shopping.
I had my hand firmly around his, our fingers intertwined as we battled the cold temperatures and the frosty February air. It made my throat sting, the below zero temperatures numbing my airways.
"It's so cold out here!" I moaned, gaining warmth from his hand. He seemed distant from me, walking slower than usual.
"Con?" I grinned up at his figure, his beanie hat covering his little ears, red raw from the atmosphere.
"Can we take a-a br-break." He replied, stopping to lean against a shop wall.
I looked at him hesitantly. Worried about him for a second time today. He had been wheezing this morning, stopping many times as he caught his frosty breath. He had complained that his chest felt tight, a squeezing sensation, a side affect of the temperatures outside.
"Baby, are you okay?" I fretted, rubbing his back slightly as he hunched over. He was taking deep inhales, coughing as he breathed out. His splutter rattled, and his airways seemed to whistle, clearly struggling with their job.
"I-I'm o-okay." He put his hand out, waving off my panic with an anxious smile. "L-lets carry on." He coughed, clearing his throat with a pained expression.
I nodded, retaking his hand with a watchful eye. I knew he wasn't okay, but it was Connor we were talking about. He never was one to accept help.
I worried about him. He had been diagnosed with severe asthma as a child, often exasperated by the cold and frosty air. He found it harder to breathe in the winter months, often having to stay inside on the worst days.
We walked for a little longer, his breaths noticeable as he struggled. We were barely walking, and I had began to loop my arm across his waist, a form of support as he grew weaker.
He began to cough again, stopping in the middle of the crowd to bring up sticky mucus, his airways still blocked as we came to a halt.
"Connor?" I panicked, pulling him slightly backwards, away from the danger of the road. I placed us against another shop wall, beginning to dig through his pockets.
Where is it?
"I-In-Inhaler." He spluttered, clutching his chest as he groaned in agony. I was still searching for it, quickly giving it a shake as I pulled it from his coat.
"Here you go. Just keep breathing darling, everything will be okay." I watched as he took it with a shaky hand, quickly inhaling a puff of it.
