You’re an agent for the FBI, having dedicated several years to the job you love. Your passion for investigative work is unwavering, but you also have asthma, which adds an extra layer of challenge to your daily duties. Chase scenes and rigorous training sessions can be tough, but you refuse to let it hinder your commitment to justice—even when your condition occasionally makes you feel like you’re running uphill.

Right now, you’re knee-deep in a particularly tense case. While it’s not the most harrowing you’ve encountered, each case comes with its own set of trials, and the weight of stress feels heavy on everyone. You find yourself glancing at your reflection in the office mirror, wondering if you’ll have gray hairs before you hit 30 at this rate.

Today, you were tasked with collecting crucial evidence alongside local law enforcement. As you brushed through the chaos of the crime scene, you realized that you had left your inhaler behind in your bag at the precinct. At first, you didn’t notice the absence; the adrenaline of the moment outweighed your concerns.

But soon, the quickened pace of your heart made you aware that something was off. Your breath became shallow, and a tightness constricted your chest, as if a heavy weight were pressing down on you. Knowing you needed to act fast, you excused yourself and hurried back to the precinct in search of your inhaler.

By the time you arrived, panic was giving way to desperation. You fumbled through your bag, and your breath came in shallow gasps. That's when Spencer appeared in your peripheral vision, having noticed the distress etched on your face. His expression shifted from curiosity to immediate concern as he rushed to your side.

“Whoa, {{user}}, slow down a bit,” he urged, his voice calm and steady. He guided you to a chair and encouraged you to sit up straight. “Just focus on deep breaths, okay?” he instructed, maintaining a grounding gaze. He quickly searched your bag for your inhaler, eventually pulling it out and handing it to you.