WDW Sickics/Oneshots

Asthma Attack // Corbyn

I feel my heartbeat racing, as my chest completely gives up trying to save itself.

I try to gasp for air as I feel hot tears come down my face.

Quickly, I whip out my phone.

Using the last bits of consciousness within me, I unlock it and open my messages.

Jonah, I think to myself.

I quickly type a message and press send, dropping my phone and collapsing to the ground.

My chest is tighter than ever, and my breath won't calm.

My heart is going to burst right through my chest.

Is this the end?, I think to myself.

What if Jonah doesn't come?

What if I die on this bathroom floor?

Stop, you're making yourself panic.

Just breathe.

Just breathe Corbyn.

Open your eyes Corbyn.

You have to stay awake.

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Jonah's POV

Daniel was in the middle of recording, when I suddenly feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

I pull it out and look at the screen confusingly.

I realize that I got a text from Corbyn.

Wait, why is Corbyn texting me?

"Help me. Bathroom", his text reads.

My heart drops, and the butterflies in my stomach start going crazy.

I make a mad dash down the hallway, not feeling the need to explain myself.

I eventually reach the bathroom door, and burst in with all my force.

"Corbyn!", I yell.

The sound of raspy breathing and gasping catches my attention.

I turn the corner, and see Corbyn, barely awake, breathing quickly, and crying.

"Corbyn!", I yell again, running over to him.

"Help. Can't breathe", he says in between pained gasps.

Without hesitation, I scoop him up and run out of the bathroom.

"Guys, guys!", I practically scream at the top of my lungs.

I hear footsteps come down the hallway, and I lay Corbyn down on a nearby couch.

Zach's the first to come in.

"What the h-", I stop him.

"Go get his nebulizer now", I demand.

Eyes wide, Zach runs off, as Daniel and Jack run in.

"Why'd you r-", Jack stops.

"Oh my god", Daniel says.

Corbyn is pale, eyes wide, arched back, gasping for air.

"Just breathe bud", I says squeezing Corbyn's hand.

Corbyn squeezes back, and tries desperately to breathe in even a little oxygen.

Zach runs in with the nebulizer, and hands it to me.

I practically rip it out of the zippered container, and hand Zach the wire.

"Plug this in", I say, opening up an albuterol packet.

As Zach plugs the nebulizer into a nearby outlet, I pour the albuterol into the mask container.

I connect the mask to the container, then attach it to the nebulizer.

Zach flips the switch without hesitation, and I pace the mask on Corbyn's pale face.

"Breathe Corbs breathe", I say on the verge of tears.

Corbyn's breathing slows down little by little.

Eventually, he snaps back into reality, and begins to cry.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry bud. You're okay", I says rubbing his chest.

I feel his heartbeat still beating quickly, probably more from the panic now.

"Just take deep breaths", I say.

I hear Corbyn take in a shaky shallow breath, and let out a wheezy exhale.

"That's it", I say.

Eventually the treatment runs out of albuterol, and Corbyn's almost back to normal.

I take the mask off his face, assuming he was tired.

"I was so scared", Corbyn says bursting into tears.

"I know bud", I say pulling him into an embrace.

"I couldn't breathe, a-and so I texted you. B-but I thought that m-maybe you wouldn't respond, a-and I would die. Like w-what if you didn't have your ph-phone on you, or it was off, or you-", I stop him.

"Hey, calm down. You're gonna have a panic attack", I say rubbing his shoulder.

He nods and takes a wheezy breath, then looks at me with teary eyes.

"Listen, none of that happened. You're almost okay now, and you're safe", I tell him reassuringly.

He nods and blinks a few times.

The boys all come over, and we sandwich Corbyn in a group hug.

"That damn cologne", Daniel says pulling away from the hug.

Corbyn laughs a bit loudly, and nods in response.

"It's better than you smelling bad I guess", Corbyn says with a chuckle.

We all start laughing, and me and Daniel help Corbyn up.

We get an Uber home, and Corbyn falls asleep, after collapsing onto the couch almost immediately.

As I head upstairs, I let out a sigh of relief.

I see Daniel exiting the bathroom, and I look at him with a small smile.

"You use that cologne again, I'll kill you myself", I say in a sarcastic serious tone.

Daniel laughs and goes into his bedroom.

Well, at least he's okay.

That is, until Daniel forgets the rules and uses cologne again.