Request for pintrest101
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Corbyn has always had asthma, but he never let it stop him from doing what he loves.
Sure he needs breathing treatments sometimes, and everyone of his bandmate has a spare inhaler, but besides that, Corbyn is completely healthy.
But his stubbornness sometimes pushes him harder than he can take.
And sometimes, it doesn't end well.
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It was a nice Saturday morning, and boys were getting ready for the day.
All they had to do was some studio work, so they weren't dreading it too much.
Although, Corbyn had been out of breath a little, and was wheezing the night before.
It's not like he enjoys this, but he's used to it.
The feeling of tightness in his chest after doing something as simple as going to the bathroom, was common for him.
So Corbyn didn't think much of it.
But he should've of.
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"Uber's here!", Zach yells from downstairs.
Jonah and Jack were already downstairs, and Corbyn and Daniel come racing down.
When they reach the bottom, Daniel laughs, while Corbyn tries to catch his breath.
He starts coughing and wheezing a bit, putting his hands on his head to open his airway.
"You good Corbs?", Daniel asks handing him his spare inhaler.
He closes his eyes and takes a long puff of it.
"I will be", he says opening his eyes.
"You sure?", Jonah asks.
"Yeah", Corbyn says.
"Okay, well if you're sure you're okay, let's get into gear", Jonah says cringing at his own comment.
"That was such a dad thing to say", he says still cringing.
"Yep", Zach says laughing along with everyone.
Jonah opens the door, and they head to the Uber.
"Oh wait, let me grab something", Jonah says running back inside quickly.
He returns in a few seconds, and the boys get into the Uber.
As the driver starts to move, Daniel looks at Corbyn.
"You sure you're okay?", he asks worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't even an asthma attack", Corbyn responds in a reassuring voice.
"But it could've been, Corbs", Daniel says.
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The boys arrive at the studio and thank the young Uber driver.
As they were entering the building, Corbyn notices Jonah holding a bag that wasn't his usual backpack.
"What is that?", he asks pointing at the bag.
"Your nebulizer. It's better to be safe than sorry", he says with his eyebrows raised.
"I'm fine, Jo", Corbyn says a bit annoyed.
"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.
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.