Joe Hills x Asthmatic!Reader
You got so excited to meet your idol that as soon as you saw him on the horizon, you ran towards him at a medium speed. You were absolutely certain that you were going carefully enough not to trigger an asthma attack, yet the second you glomped Joe, both of you falling to the ground from the force of your gleeful tackle, you realized that your lungs hurt like a bitch.
Helping him get up and apologizing, you took big gulps of air trying to restore your breathing, but it was too late. Joe looked at you with concern. "Uh... boy, howdy Reader, are you okay?" he expressed his worry. "Y-yeah...." was all you could get out in-between the sharp and painful breaths of air.
You took about five minutes to catch your breath at least slightly, with Joe waiting patiently. Once you could finally speak properly, you tried to strike up a conversation and just get over the attack already.
"You know, ever since coming over to Germany I thought my asthma stopped being a problem because I no longer had allergies triggering it. Oh yeah thanks for coming over to Germany by the way Joe I really appreciate it as your fan. But anyway, the exercise-induced part still stayed apparently, but now instead of wheezing and suffocating in mucus I instead get these pains in my lungs. If I'm frank with you, I prefer the suffocating."
"Oh, uh, well I'm not a medical professional so I can't really comment on that much. This sounds like a problem you should bring up to your doctor, probably...?"
"Yeah probably. Thanks Joe. Your presence and patience really helped this situation."
"Don't you have like an inhaler to use?"
"I do but I don't really need it the attack is basically already over anyway by the time I'm finished writing this. Thanks for the concern."
Joe Hills leaves you for ZombieCleo after his weird trip to Germany.
