(A/N: happy belated bday, Mrs. Fizzle! This was meant to go up on the 12th, but life happened... anyway, hope you had a fantastc bday! God bless you!)
Jon's pov
My 5 year old twin brother Jordan and I had just had a very fun day with Mommy at the park. Daddy couldn't make it, though. Something about work, Mama said. Anyway, Jojo finally played a game of football with me! I hope he liked it. But now a long time had passed, and it was lights out. Mama said so. That's why I was surprised to hear Jordan breathing weird a few feet away. Keeping my voice quiet, I called
"Jojo?"
It was like he couldn't hear me, wheezing getting louder. Something was not a-ok. I moved next to him on the bed
"Can I touch you?"
He nodded, and I hugged him, then directed him to copy my breathing
"In, out. In, out. You're ok"
The second he fell asleep, Mom came in. I told her what happened, and she told me it was a panic attack, most likely. She said I did a great job. But all that mattered was that Jojo was ok. I slept in his bed that night, my arms around him protectively. Nothing would hurt him if I had a say in it.
