For those of you who have never experienced one before, asthma attacks are scary as hell. Even little ones.

Emma winced as she heard Regina cough in the other room. Henry had picked up a cold at school, and had managed to give it to Regina.

Henry's had all been in his nose, but Regina's had seemed to go straight to her lungs. She had spent many nights already awake because of her coughing.

Emma had tried to convince her to go to the doctor, but she had refused. She already had an inhaler, which she claimed would be enough to help her get through all of the coughing and the cold.

Suddenly, Emma heard Regina's coughing get worse. She coughed and coughed, starting to gasp for air. Emma's stomach dropped and she ran towards their bedroom, where Regina was being confined.

Emma quickly opened the door just as Regina fell from the bed onto the floor, still coughing. Emma ran to her side, frantically looking around for her inhaler. With all the coughing it had to be close, right?

Regina started gasping, her hand moving from covering her mouth to her lungs. She couldn't breathe. Emma panicked, searching frantically throughout the room for any sign of Regina's inhaler.

"Bathroom," Regina gasped out, continuing to cough. Emma jumped to her feet and ran to the bathroom, pushing items all over the place in search of the inhaler.

Finally she found it, and of course it was right in front of her. She grabbed it and ran back out to where Regina was, pretty much throwing the inhaler at her.

Regina took the inhaler and used it, taking deep breaths of air as her lungs opened up. Emma breathed a sigh of relief at seeing Regina breathing instead of coughing.

Avoiding Emma's gaze, Regina reached up to the end table and grabbed her water bottle, taking small sips.

"Are you just going to pretend like that didn't happen?" Emma asked.

"I'm fine," Regina said. "I just put my inhaler in the wrong spot and couldn't find it in time to use it. I'll keep it closer from now on."

"That's not good enough," Emma said. "We're going to the doctor to determine if you really are fine or not, and then we're getting you put on medication for this cold."

"That's not necessary," Regina said, setting the water bottle back on the end table. She pushed off of the ground and stood up, brushing herself off. "I'm fine."

Emma huffed and stood up. "Don't be so stubborn. This could be something serious!"

"Every cough I have is serious," Regina said.

"Exactly!" Emma exclaimed. "Which is why we should go to the doctor and get you checked out."

"Relax," Regina said. "That's not necessary. I did the inhaler and now I'm fine."

Emma shook her head. "No, we're going to the doctor. You're not allowed to have another attack like that. Ever."

Regina looked at Emma and her gaze softened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"But you did," Emma replied quickly. "You were on the floor, gasping for air. If I hadn't been here to grab your inhaler, who knows what would have happened. Oh wait, I do know. You would have died, gasping for air."

"Until this cold passes, I promise to keep my inhaler on me at all times," Regina said. "I promise."

"That's not good enough," Emma said. "I need a doctor to tell me that nothing was done that damaged your lungs or anything."

Regina reached out and grabbed Emma's hands. "It was just an asthma attack. My lungs couldn't have gotten damaged, and even they did, I can promise you that I would say something about it."

Emma sighed. "Fine. We don't have to go to the doctor. But you're keeping the inhaler on you at all times. Even if you don't have a cold."

Regina chuckled. She supposed that she should pick her battles. "Deal."