"Hey Percy!" You called your friend who just finished forging a sword. "Where do I put them?" You asked, holding a heavy box of God knows what's in here. He turned his head to you, with a big smile on his face as usual, he pointed to the counter next to you. "You can put them here, thank you!"

You placed the box on the counter followed by a loud thump and you rest your arm on it. You sighed, panting softly. You felt your chest tighten, letting out a few coughs that you tried to cover, holding your chest and trying to breathe properly.

Percy's ear twitches as he heard your breathing and coughing, he puts the weapon to its place and walks over to you. "Everything okay? You can't breathe?"

"Don't worry, İ have asthma, -... I'll be fine..." But your words didn't really convince him, and neither it did you. He slowly guided you to sit on the chair next to you, his big gloved paws on your shoulders gently "Do you have your inhaler with you?".