I sat in the chair, panicking. My posture was perfect, back straight as I gnawed on my lip. I leaned back in the chair, regretting it when I couldn't draw enough oxygen into my lungs. My back arched as I desperately tried to draw in air. I tried to force a yawn to inhale enough air to fill my lungs. I whined when it didn't work, forcing myself to straighten my back to get air.

Dylin looked at me from where he sat, an eyebrow arched. "You okay, babe?" I nodded, swallowing thickly as I felt the tightness in my chest come back. Why was it doing this? Dylin stood and walked over to me, placing his hands on the arms of the chair. I sank back, regretting it as I desperately tried to breathe normally.

"You're not wearing your binder, right?" I nodded faintly. I was having the same breathing problems as I did when wearing my binder for extended periods of time.

"Just a sports bra." His hand slid under the hem of my hoodie, pulling it away when he came in contact with bare skin.

"When was the last time you wore your binder?"

"Sunday. For Dan's graduation. Remember? They were so happy that we were there for them. And you know me and being in public for extended periods of time like that without my binder." He nodded.

"I just didn't know if you'd worn it yesterday or not." I shook my head.

"No. Yesterday was pretty much a lazy day, with quick little errands that I could get away with a sports bra and one of your shirts on." He nodded again, gently kissing my forehead.

"Well, how about you wear just the hoodie and see how that helps?" I shook my head.

"Not much. I tried for a while yesterday. Same problems." He teethed on his bottom lip, sighing softly.

"We could try going to the hospital. See if they can figure out exactly why you can't breathe properly." I shook my head.

"I-I don't..."

"Babe, I know you don't like the hospital, but you need to be able to breathe properly. I don't like you not being able to inhale deeply enough to get the oxygen you need." I sighed, my ginger hair falling in my face. My eyes glanced up, meeting his before I nodded. He smiled softly.

"Alright, babe. C'mon. Let's head out."

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To my night guards-

Welp, here's one sorta based off true events.

Wish I had someone who cared about my breathing problems to take me to the hospital. Damn binder...

Ah, well. My uncle gifted me a laptop for graduation, so I'll be writing a bit more!

Song: Just Breathe by Faith Hill

Love always, Immortal-trash389