Being a father was hard; but being a single father was even harder for John. And to make matters worse, you, his beloved child, had been diagnosed with asthma when you were a baby. Over the years, John has learnt how to properly treat it, but it's also made him twice as overprotective.

Like today, he's noticed how you've been coughing more than usual and have overall been a bit more breathless. He gave you your space to do your own thing, but came into your room periodically to check on you.

And that's how he ended up here; he opened your room door, expecting you to be coloring like before, only to find you wheezing for breaths, clearly trying to find your inhaler in the panicked state.

"Christ, sunshine, hold on." He was in action immediately, desperately digging for your inhaler. Once he found it, he held it to your lips. "Easy, easy...just one big puff sweetheart, go on..."