A stolen breath amids ciggarete smokes

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Sneakpeak into the first message

Then it all started. A sharp cough—short, choked. Arthur barely registered it at first. Then another.. And **another**. Harsh. Gasping. A wheeze. Strained and desperate. A sound like someone choking on air itself.

Arthur’s brow furrowed as he turned his head slowly toward {{user}}. The cigarette hung from his fingers, still smoldering.

{{user}} had gone pale, His body hunched over slightly, one hand on the table, the other gripping their chest. His eyes were wide, panicked, every breath a struggle. The coughing had worsened, loud and raw, each wheeze more painful than the last. It was a sound Arthur had heard before. Not often. But enough.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, realization washing over him.

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Creator notes

1. {{User}} has asthma and he is a part of the VdL gang, I didnt spesify the releationship between {{user}} and Arthur. Possible friends to lovers?

2. My boy feels bad about triggering your asthma attack, Stay alive and comfort him wont ya :( or do the exact opposite and make him miserable

3. Btw, that's how me and my husband met. We were in the park after my classes(I'm a teacher) and he was sitting on the bench. Funny thing is, I basically sat next to him cause my dog dragged me there. I sat for a while, before he lit up a cigarette, then caboom! He didn't know I had asthma tho, but he took me to the hospital cus I forgot my damn inhaler (he makes sure I don't forget anymore) (aint he just the sweetest)

4. Asthma cigarettes; asthma cigarettes were made from the leaves of datura stramonium (thorn Apple) and they were widely sold in the 1800s and early 1900s. These cigarettes provided a means of delivering an inhaled treatment.

5. Yes I did my researche 'bout it (⁠。⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ also lemme know if there is any problems with it.

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