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- A common phrase heard around Spot and Race is, “Race, do you need your inhaler?”, always followed by, “No thanks, Mom.” It’s a running joke that Spot acts much like a worrying mother hen about Race’s asthma, which should be weird, since he’s his boyfriend, but no one’s ever delved too deeply into the linguistics of it all. The point is, Spot has always been far more worried about his boyfriend’s asthma than Race himself has ever been.
- It’s never seemed like much of an issue to Race, or anyone else really. To them, it’s just a running joke, a constant punchline. A medical condition so common, there’s no need for concern. Until one day at the end of June, Race goes to class like normal. He generally keeps an inhaler in his bag, but he took it out a week ago when he was cleaning the bag out and forgot to put it back in. It didn’t seem like a big deal, but suddenly, with students rushing out of the chemistry lab as an experiment-gone-wrong bubbles over, filling the room with fumes, it is. He’s hunched over a desk, unable to leave the room as his lungs feebly attempt to supply him with the oxygen he desperately needs. It’s not working, he’s losing air rapidly, and black spots are converging upon his eyes.
- And then. A voice breaks through the crowd, parting the proverbial sea. Amongst the panicked shouts and students fleeing, he thought no one noticed him. But somehow, Spot knew. Because here he is, crouching in front of Racer, inhaler in hand, pulled from his own backpack. He kept it, for Race. On the off chance that sometime, he might need it. As Race greedily breathes air back into his lungs, holding onto his boyfriend for support as they both sway on their feet, he is so, so grateful. From now on, it’s not a joke. Maybe he won’t die from his asthma, but he never wants to experience something like that ever again.
Not to be racist or whiny
But it legit feels like someone wearing knee high converses just curb stomped me and put pink and black zebra stripped duct tape over my mouth and shoved me into a sewer after spoon feeding me ninja turtle hurt/comfort smut and mpreg
Can’t tell if I’m going through puberty again or menopause again
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