A/N:...holy crap I wrote a zoey 101...the complete and total loss of dignity hasn't hit me yet.

So...slash...Logan and Chase...well...at least I'm legitimately high right now...very well. It's a good story, I have talent, no taste.

Teach me to breath again.

Zoey was making her way down the path from her history class to meet Chase by the basketball courts. When she spotted him running her way she lifted her arm up and waved.

"Chase I was-" She started, when he ran right past her. Zoey couldn't have been sure, but she thought she saw panic on his face.

Chase was sprinting to his dorm building at his top speed, something had to be wrong. Zoey took off after him, getting halfway to the building when Chase ran back out of it again, something in his hand.

Stopping in her tracks, desperate to get an answer Zoey shouted, "What's wrong is someone hurt, what is it."

Zoey was almost sure Chase wasn't going to answer her on his way back, but he did, one word, shouted breathlessly.

"Logan." And took off back towards where he had come from.

Something was wrong with Logan.

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Damn damn damn! Chases top speed didn't seem fast enough. Logan was going to die because he wasn't fast enough. It should have been Michel; he was faster, why was it him?

He burst into the dorm room and went straight to Logan's bed.

Where is it? Where the fuck-

He found it. He picked it up and sprinted back out. In passing Zoey on his way back all he could get out in his panic was Logan's name.

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Logan was on the grass leaned up against a tree; a small crowd was forming around them. Michel was doing his best to keep Logan upright, no matter how much Logan wanted to curl up into a ball.

Logan had told them that once, to never let him curl up, no matter how hard he pulled.

"Just a little bit longer, man." Michel did his best to reassure Logan, who couldn't even hear him.

Michel couldn't see if Chase was coming from around the crowd. But with every breath Logan tried so desperately to take, the less time Chase had to get here.

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Logan clawed at his chest. He needed air. His throat was closing up; the world was closing around him. Try as he might every breath got harder; every time he got less and less air. He was going to die.

Tears of suffering were falling down his face as he tried so hard to get one more breath, one more little piece of air to keep him alive a little bit longer.

Logan's vision was clouding, but he couldn't pass out, he had to be awake. If he passed out, if he lost reality, he died. He could not die yet, not before he told-

Then suddenly, relief. His inhaler was placed into his mouth and the medicinal air was forced in. Logan reached up and clung to Chase's shirt, nails digging in as Chase pushed the air in time with Logan's barely existing breaths.

Chase held the inhaler as steadily as he could in both his shaking hands. Logan twisted his fingers deeper into Chase's shirt pulling him closer and closer. He needed the air.

They remembered this too, if Logan couldn't hold the inhaler himself, they would have to do it for him.

Logan was covered in a cold sweat. Every muscle in his body was screaming in agony.

The terror slowly melted away, as Logan's breaths got easier and easier.

Chase sat down on the ground and pulled Logan closer to him, supporting his head on his shoulder. Logan fell pathetically against Chase, twisting himself into Chase as though in a desperate attempt to get more air out of Chase's body.

This continued for about ten minutes, until Logan finally had the strength to take the inhaler into his hands and sit up on his own.

Relief flooded Chase when Logan turned to him and gave him a weak smile.

"Don't ever do that again Logan or I swear to god…" There were tears in Chase's eyes. Not ones that were to be cried, ones that showed up when death was cheated.

"Yeah." It was strained, but it was enough to make Chase and Michel pull him into their arms.

Logan's asthma attacks were not new, but they scared the hell out of his two roommates every time. And this was the first time Logan had forgotten his inhaler.

"Don't ever forget your inhaler again." Chase ordered from around Logan's head of soft hair.

"Yeah." Was all Logan could get out, the inability to breath is exhausting, and Logan could do little but lean against his two friends for support.

"Thanks man, you saved my life." Was all Logan was able to get out before unconsciousness claimed him, and the world went black.

Chase turned to the crowed. Searching to find the familiar face he knew was there.

"Zoey." Chase walked over to her as Michel pulled Logan into his arms in a way that if he were still conscious, he would be kicking.

"What-I…is he going to be ok?" She looked terrified, Logan was no longer moving in Michel's arms. He looked pail and sickly.

Chase looked back at Michel as he hoisted Logan up a little higher and looked expectedly at Chase. Waiting.

"Yeah." Chase turned back to face Zoey, "He'll be all right. But we gotta go take him to the hospital so…I'll see you around. Sorry our plans got cancelled."

With that Chase picked up their belongings and they made their way through the crowd to the PCA parking lot, leaving Zoey worried and confused.

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...i cant freaking believe i just wrote a zoey 101 fanfic...review...or dont bother...i cant get any more pathetic anyways...