A/N: Strong Language. Adult scenes.
What was he thinking anyway? The AP class? He grabs the paper, ready to drop out. This is what Mrs Finch wanted right? She'd been giving him daggers every period. "Are you sure?" She asks. He wants to smirk but now is not the time. He's not as witty as Stiles or as cutthroat as Jackson.
"Yeah, I've got stuff to do, and so little time..." He sighs as a large cork of air gets stuck in his throat. One moment he's coughing, the next he's on a bed. He's about ten. He's been bitten, by the family dog. All he can see are bright lights and his mom's voice. Dad's at work...again. "Where's Roxy?"
"She's okay, just stay calm honey, the doctors are gonna help you..."
"It hurts!"
"I know baby, but you're gonna be okay" Her words float in the air as he starts to panic. His chest grows tighter. He goes in and out of consciousness as the fear grips his throat.
"Scott?"
"Scott! Buddy, hey, here's your inhaler?" He coughs and tries his hardest to focus. There's a bunch of kids at the door, but he stays drawn to a gentle gasp around his wrist and soothing hazel eyes.
"It's me, Theo, open up!" He asks, as he shakes the inhaler. Scott feels timid fingers work around his own palm. He opens his hand, and wraps it around the warm plastic. "Relax, I'm here for you" He taps his shoulder. Nodding the were shakes the inhaler with a hurried fury. One puff and and he's back in the present listening to Miss Finch talking to the nurse, listening to the sophmores talking about how weird he is.
"You're okay"
"I think so" Scott mutters.
"That wasn't a question. "You are okay. Let's get you up" It's an order as Theo gets up. He gently strokes the top of Scott's head with his ring finger. Scott's stressed out, and were's relax with support. He thinks nothing of it. Theo's trying to be friendly. Maybe he needs to put Stiles' worries to one side. They are after all, just Stiles' concerns, not his. He allows his hand to rise up from the grave of his asthma attack.
He smiles when Theo touches him.