Asthma Attack // Corbyn

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"You may be now, but what about during recording?", Jonah states.

Corbyn opens his mouth to protest, but closes it accepting the fact that Jonah's right.

Jack opens the door and holds it for everyone, and they all head inside.

Once to the recording room, Jonah sings his parts first, breezing through it pretty quickly.

Next is Jack, who has some trouble remembering the lyrics to one part, but finishes quickly as well.

The boys take a quick break before Corbyn's turn, and get some snacks.

Not thinking about it, Daniel sprays some cologne on himself, then sprays some in the air and walks through it.

"Dani, you can't do that", Zach says looking up at him.

"Do what?", he asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Spray stuff. It triggers Corbyn's asthma", Jack chimes in.

"Their right", Jonah simply says.

"Damn, sorry Corbs. I can leave the room or-", Daniel's cut off.

"No, it's fine. I'll be good", Corbyn insists.

"That's what you said the last time you had an asthma attack", Jonah points out.

Corbyn playfully rolls his eyes and sits down on the couch.

"I feel fine. Y'all worry to much", Corbyn says looking at the boys.

"If you say so", Zach says.

Corbyn coughs a bit, but inside his mouths so the boys don't worry.

After eating cheese crackers, orange slices, and apple juice, the boys get back to recording.

Just before getting to the booth, Corbyn stops.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom", he simply says in a panic tone.

"Ok? Be quick though. I'll just go before you", Jack says.

Corbyn nods and runs off to the bathroom.

The boys were a bit suspicious, but it was normal to go to the bathroom, right?

Corbyn would be back in a few minutes, right?

Wrong.

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Corbyn's POV

As I reach the bathroom door, the annoyingly familiar feeling of my chest getting tighter comes on strongly.

I'm fine, I think to myself.

I open the bathroom door, and head into a stall.

My chest gets tighter, and tighter, which causes me to panic.

I try to catch my breath, try to slow my breathing, but it doesn't work.

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