“Logan?”

Virgil hoped he would never hear that sound again. The sound of someone having trouble to breathe, the horrible sharp wheezes. The dry breathless sobs. The sound that indicated that something was wrong.

It wasn't the sound of quick breathing that frightened him, at least he knew they were still breathing a bit, still moving, it was the wheezing. The loss of breath, the struggle, how close that someone was to not breathing at all...

He hoped it wasn't Logan. The love of his life who was always stubborn to ask for help. Who faced his pain and fear alone.

God he hoped it wasn't him.

He turned the corner revealing the trembling trait crumpled on the ground, chest heaving.

Virgil's heart leapt to his throat, he swallowed thickly and ran to his boyfriend's aid, he kneeled down next to him and hesitantly placed a comforting hand on his back. Logan turned his head and faced him, pale and disheveled, looking at him with a confused yet terrified look, that may have meant that he didn't expect for this to happen, that he had never experienced such thing for a long time.

Logan was coughing and wheezing, his hand on his chest clutching onto the fabric of his shirt, his tie hung loosely on his shoulders and collarbone. “Can you breathe?” Virgil asked shakily, and then he mentally face palmed. Logan coughed again,  and wheezed even more loudly. Virgil took that as an obvious no. “Was it the smoke? We need to get you away from the kitchen, come on.”

Roman had tried cooking earlier and in the end it was a total disaster, the food he was trying to cook burned down to a crisp and the kitchen filled with thick black smoke. Logan was in the midst of it all trying to read a book in the living room. He was the unlucky one.

Virgil took hold of his forearm. First, he needed to take him away from the source that was causing his attack. He helped him up and in an instant they were out of the living room and climbing up the stairs.

Bad thing was, Logan could hardly breathe by then. With him already struggling to breathe, and then the effort it took for him to walk up the stairs. It was all too much. Virgil took notice of his eyes, just a moment ago they were wide and frantic filled with fear. And now they were terribly close to closing for good which would be bad, very bad indeed. He needed Logan to be awake so that he could fix whatever was wrong with him.

It took him some time to get to his room, Logan could barely stand on his own now. Virgil breathed a sigh of relief as soon as they made it to his room and he sat his boyfriend down on the edge of the bed kneeling in front of him and taking his hands in a firm hold. “Hey, come on. Eyes on me Logan..please.”

There wasn't wheezing anymore, which seemed like a very bad sign to Virgil. He remembered when he himself used to have an inhaler, when his asthma was horrible back then. He long since gotten over his asthma and he no longer needed the inhaler, but now in this very moment, he desperately wished for it. Badly.

Logan's lips were turning blue, his eyes now dull and seriously out of focus. He could barely keep himself sitting up and he swayed to one side.

Virgil quickly cupped his face in his hands keeping him steady. “Look at me, please look at me and listen.” He demanded frantically. Logan moved his tired gaze to his panicking boyfriend and laid his full attention on him. Virgil breathed. “Try to take long breaths okay? The longer the better. I'll get help as soon as I know you won't pass out on me, but for the mean time try to be calm, take the longest breaths you can. And if you can't don't panic okay? I'm here with you, I'll always be here.” Virgil promised and tried to help the process by stroking his hair.

Logan appreciated Virgil's soothing voice telling him that it would be okay, instructing him on how to stay calm and not to worry, and promising him that he would stay by his side. While Logan worked on trying to calm himself down Virgil conjured a cup of water. He managed to get Logan to drink some of the water, and then the wheezing returned. That was still better than not breathing at all, at least the color in his lips returned.

And Logan's eyes were once again bright, his hands were violently trembling. But he didn't cry, he held himself high. Still being his stubborn self.

“You're doing great Lo..” Virgil whispered to him.

Eventually Virgil called Patton for help and the father trait soon arrived with a small machine and a plastic mask. “We were all out of inhalers kiddo, this is the closest thing we've got.” Patton explained and placed the machine beside Logan who eyed it with curios eyes. “Don't worry it's a nebulizer. It helps with your asthma and it's easier to inhale and take the medication into your lungs.” Patton explained as he pulled the mask over Logan's head.

For that moment Logan didn't care if he looked ridiculous with the mask on, he coughed loudly under the mask and Virgil held his hand while Patton turned the machine on. He then explained to Virgil about what he needed to do and how he could help, and then the fatherly figment left giving the couple some time alone.

After a while of deep breathing and gentle rubs against the back of his hand, Logan was finally breathing properly again. When the small tube of medication was gone and bone dry Virgil switched off the machine and pulled the mask off his boyfriend. “If I kiss you will you have another asthma attack?” He questioned.

Logan chuckled. “I'll be alright.” He reassured and pulled him into a kiss. Virgil wrapped his arms around his neck and gratefully returned the well needed kiss.

After that day Virgil made sure that he carried an inhaler with him always.