Hunter Hayes Imagines (Requests Closed Again)

Asthma

I know I know, this isn't one of the requests, and for that I'm sorry. But, I just felt the need to write this, so I did. Thanks for reading!

(Hunter's POV)

I walk into the living room with a movie in my hands. Y/N is sitting on the couch, swaddled in a dozen blankets that I made her use and her laptop perched in front of her. She types away and pushes up her glasses every once in a while. I smile and lean against the back of the couch, nuzzling my head in the crook of her neck. She giggles, making my grin grow. I pull back to look in her bright eyes.

"Hi," I whisper, my smile refusing to go away.

"Hey," she whispers back. Her eyes study my face while mine do the same to her. I climb over the back of the couch and sit beside her, our shoulders touching. She bites her thumbnail as she gets back to work. I frown when I see that she's trying to do work.

"Uh uh, nope. The doctors said no work for you for the next few days," I say. She sighs and closes the laptop. I wind my arms around her figure and hug her closer to me. I never want to let her go just in case she gets hurt again.

She's been in the hospital for the entire weekend due to an asthma attack. She's had them before, but never this bad, and never without the help of her inhaler. She was out on her daily run while I was at the studio when she called me, breathless, and asked me where her inhaler was. I remind her how we were going to pick a new one up from the pharmacy that afternoon, but maybe she could try her old one, just in case it could help. I kept her on the phone as I talked to her calmly, while in reality I was freaking out as I raced home to her. I found her barely conscious in our room. I hurried her to the emergency room and they took care of her. She got to come home this morning and I took the next few days off to take care of her.

"Y/N," I whisper, but her heavy breathing lets me know that she's sleeping. I smile and close my eyes, falling asleep instantly.

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I wake up to the shifting in the couch cushions. I frown and move my arm to wrap around Y/N, but she's not there. My eyes snap open and I bolt up to see her sitting straight up, hands in her hair, tears rolling down her face, breaths leaving heaving from her lungs in erratic huffs.

"Y/N," I say, running my hand over her back soothingly. She wheezes and covers her face in her hands. "Shh," I whisper. Her breathing hastens, making my stomach churn. This can't be happening.

"I'm going to get your inhaler," I say, and she nods. I jump up and sprint around the house, trying to remember where I put her inhaler. I finally find it in her cabinet in the bathroom, so I race back to her and hand it over. She takes two puffs from it and closes her eyes. Her breathing stays irregular. I hug her to me and breath deeply.

"Breath with me. You can do it, Y/N, it's okay," I whisper, and she nods, relaxing into me. I take a couple of deep breaths as she tries to copy, and soon enough we're breathing in sync. After a calming minute, she turns and kisses my cheek.

"I love you," she says. I smile and hold her hand in mine.

"I love you more."