A/N:

It's been mentioned before that Amy has mild asthma, but what happens when she and Dib get caught up in an explosion in Zim's base and it triggers an asthma attack? No real relationship things are signalled to so it can be set whenever the reader wished.

BOOM!

Smoke flooded the labs, blinding us from view. This was just typical. I told Dib, big red buttons are always a problem. Is it just me that's noticed that? In movies and TV, it's always, 'don't touch the big red button' or 'hit self-destruct, it's the big red button' or 'the big red button started flashing with warning'. Why did it even have to be big and red? That just screamed attention, begging for people to press it. If it was the small grey button, or the dull blue button, no one would really care! Yet, here we were, Dib just had to go and press the big red button. The smoke started to burn in my throat, making me cough and splutter.

"Okay…" Dib muttered, clasping his hands together, "Maybe we should get out of here!"

I nodded in agreement, still unable to speak from the feeling of my throat scolding. He grabbed my arm and started leading me away. But we were deep in the base and we had to sprint as full speed to try and get ahead of the smoke. My heart was pumping and I had to gasp for breath, which considering the smoke was only making things worse. We finally made it up into the elevator of Zim's base and into the living room. For once in his life, Dib had made the right choice in waiting till Zim was out of the house before sneaking in. And wow what a great idea it was… sarcasm is a wonderful thing isn't it? However, the smoke followed us up and I found that it was getting harder to breathe.

Dib tried to get me to start running again as soon as we emerged from the trash can elevator, but I found that I just couldn't. I could feel the smoke snaking in my lungs, pulling my chest tighter and tighter. Panic was starting to swell inside me, taking up all of the room that was left. Because of the panic, I tried to take breath to calm down, but the muscles in my throat were pulling like thread stitches, stopping any air from getting to me. Dib had dragged me into the living room, not noticing my change. Suddenly, my legs gave way and I crumpled to the floor. I gasped and gasped, but it didn't feel like it was going anything.

"Amy?" Dib said cautiously, "Amy are you okay? That smoke, it was some alien gas wasn't it? Some Irken poison or paralyser! Man I've got to get a sample of that! Wonder why it didn't affect me though? You really don't look so good…"

I shook my head, "… Not… alien… gas…" I rasped, my voice barely a whisper, "I…"

He dropped to his knees and placed a hand on my back in an attempt at comfort, not really knowing what to do. I rummaged in my pockets desperately and then in my rucksack. I cursed myself and then looked at Dib pleadingly, pointing at my throat and chest. He tilted his head in confusion. Then I remembered, he didn't know that I was asthmatic.

"Ah… Asth…" I tried, trying to keep calm, but my heart was pounding so hard that it was difficult, "Asthma…"

This was getting scary, I hadn't had an asthma attack in over three years! I didn't even bother taking my inhaler out anymore! But the smoke and the running must have triggered it up again. It wasn't that I couldn't breathe, but it was just really difficult, like running a marathon while breathing through a straw.

For a moment, he just looked at me in confusion. But in what felt like a lifetime, he clicked. His face drained of all colour and his pupils dilated.

"Uh, okay, uh, do you have a pump or… something?" he stammered.

I shook my head, rasping to force the air into my lungs. I knew that the first thing to do when this happens is to keep calm and try and take slow breaths. Well, that's all easier said than done because I doubt that whoever made those rules was having an attack at the time! It was hard to keep calm and I'm not a naturally calm person even on a good day. Just breathe… Inhale, exhale… Damn it Dib you're not helping!

"Okay, uh, so what do we do now? Uh…" he was running his hands through his hair and chewing his lip like it was a piece of gum.

"GET OUT OF MY BASE DIB-WORM!"

The sudden yell made me jump and gasp, only making my chest tighten. Zim burst through the front door and tackled Dib to the ground. GIR threw aside his dog disguise and bounded over to lock me in a hug.

"Hi Amy-Cakes!" he grinned, then backed away, tilting his head, "Awe, you don't look so good!"

Dib managed to get the alien in a head lock, "Can it, Space-boy! We don't have time for this!"

Zim prised his captor away and eyed him suspiciously, clearly not used to such a reaction, "Say that one more time?" He arched an eye at me, "What is wrong with the Amy-human?"

"She's having an asthma attack."

Dib ignored the confused and curious expression and moved back over to me, muttering calming notions to me. I was moved up onto the sofa and leant forward, slowly taking in the air, one particle at a time it seemed. I started to cough, not a good sign. Zim poked my arm cautiously and smirked.

"Pfft, Zim see's nothing attacking her." He suddenly froze and started darting his eyes around the room, "Or are we under attack by some invisible force? GIR prepare security, we must stop this evil before it spreads!"

I rasped, shaking my head. Please, Zim don't make me laugh right now it won't help me. Dib shoved him in irritation.

"It's a medical condition you lizard! She can't breathe!"

Zim noted the thin trail of smoke coming from the trash can and glared at him accusingly, "And who's fault was that?" he rolled his eyes and looked at me in a huff, "If her breathing tubes are unfunctioned then wouldn't outside air be more efficient?"

Dib deflated, "Oh… well, yeah, I guess…"

He hoisted me upwards gently and started leading me out of the front door. The fresh air was cool and welcoming, my air passage relaxed slightly and more air was permitted into my lungs, but it still wasn't enough and soon refused to expand further. My legs gave way and I leant against the wall of the house, tilting my head upwards. Dib crouched next to me and moved his hands to indicate a breathing pattern, in and out, inhale exhale. Zim tilted his head at him.

"Is the Dib also suffering with an attack?" he asked sceptically.

Dib scowled at him, "I'm trying to help her breathe moron."

Zim scoffed, "Clearly the Amy-worm needs all the help she can get."

If I had the energy, I would punch him. But I could just about manage a glare. No, don't worry about them right now, inhale, exhale, nice and slow…

"Do you have an inhaler at home?" Dib asked, peering at my house next door.

Oh god, did I? No, I don't think I did. Well, maybe, but it was long expired. This was my first attack in three years, and the most of my asthma I'd felt in that time was shortness of breath. This was getting scary now, how long had I been like this? If this kept up for much longer I'd have to make them call an ambulance. And why, of all people, was I stuck with Dib and Zim during a crisis like this? I loved them but they were the least likely to keep calm.

"In-hay-lor?" Zim sounded out the word, "What is the meaning of this in-hay-lor?"

"It's a pump with a chemical in it that will cure her." Dib rambled before suddenly taking my hand, "You're okay, you're fine…" he breathed.

GIR started chuckling, "I help!" he offered.

Dib shoved him away, "Not now…"

"GIR, get in the house before anyone see's you!" Zim snapped, noticing the robot out of his disguise.

GIR stomped his foot, "But I help, see!"

Before Dib knew what was happening, the android jumped up and grabbed him by the spike in his hair, dragging him backwards onto the floor. GIR inhaled deeply and then held it, clenching his eyes shut in concentration. All of a sudden, the little sphere at the top of his antenna lit up. I blinked in shock as he started towards me and forced his metal lips to mine and prised them open. I tried to shake him off but I only ended up pressing further into the wall and feeling a little weaker. GIR suddenly blew forcefully into my mouth, catching at the back of my throat. He pulled away and clamped his hands over my mouth and nose to stop me breathing outwards. For a moment, I was shaking in panic. But then something felt… different. His breath had a strange cooling sensation to it, like something was added to it. Where it was trapped in my system from GIR stopping me breathing, I could feel it swirling in my throat and into my lungs. The robot released me and waited with an expectant grin.

I could feel my throat muscles relaxing and my chest loosening. I drank in the air, savouring every part of it. Finally, it felt like my breathing had gotten back to normal and the strength in my legs was starting to return. Until I was sure that it had passed, I stayed put. Dib arched his brow in confusion, looking at Zim.

"He can turn into a asthma inhaler?" he asked sceptically, but with a hint of awe in his eyes.

Zim tried to cover up his own surprise, clearly unaware of this fact too and smirked, "Of course! Like Zim said, he's not stupid, he's advanced!"

GIR started hopping on the spot, "Amy-Cakes make me cakes now?"

Dib rolled his eyes, "Yeah… real advanced…"

I smiled, allowing myself a soft laugh, "Sure GIR," I said, still taking deep breaths, "you can have all the cakes you want…"

He grinned, his tongue poking over his lips. Wow, that was some kiss of life, I'll give him that… Dib dropped back to my side and started examining me, wide eyed and shaking. Wait, why was he shaking?

"You okay? You don't need an ambulance or another…" he glanced at GIR, "…robo-chemical-blast?"

I chuckled, "No, it's all good, I'm fine…" god it felt great to breathe!

Zim tilted his head, "This asthma, is it contagious?"

I smirked, "No, you're safe." I blushed a little at my company, feeling a little embarrassed about the big fuss, "Thanks… all of you…"

Dib flushed and tried to cover it up by pulling me to my feet, "Come on then."

"Where are we going?"

"The pharmacy, get you an inhaler."

Zim rolled his eyes, "Bring forth all the breathing devices and scatter them throughout the planet; she most likely will need them all! Troublesome human female!"

"I would argue with that but… you two know my luck by now." I smirked.

"What luck?" Zim retorted.

"Zim, she's not even arguing with you." Dib shrugged in annoyance.

"Do not question Zim!"

"I didn't ask a question!"

"Victory!"

"That makes no sense!"

And they were off. I couldn't help but smile. GIR was watching them with a grin on his face, he pointed his thumb at them and looked up at me.

"Awe they so cute!"

"If you say so." I sighed and placed a hand on my chest, testing out the breathing tension and felt a rush of relief at the normality of it, "Fancy coming to the pharmacy with me?"

He gasped and nodded, rushing inside and returning in his disguise, "What's about Masta and Mary-Dib?"

The two had not advanced to rolling along the front yard, throwing punches and kicking out at one another harshly. I bent down and picked up the leash around the robots neck and shrugged.

"They'll still be there when we get back."

A/N:

Yes, yes they will XD

To all people who suffer with asthma, don't panic and when in doubt, have a robot kiss you XD There are other, and more effective ways to stop an attack without an inhaler/robot and if anyone has any questions, just ask XD I'm not pretending to be a doctor, but I've had experience with asthma and it's kind of overlooked nowadays XD

Hope you like this and please review XD