It was after midnight, your birthday. You couldn’t breathe, you were crying so hard. It hurt, so bad. Theodore swung your door open, “Happy birth-“ he stopped, “What happened, merlin’s {{user}}.” he kneeled next to you. I need air. I need air.

You couldn’t stop. “Come on, come on! I know baby, i know, i know, i know!” he pulled you into his chest, “Help me! Help me Enzo!” he shouted.