You couldn't help but wince as your boyfriend took another blow from Bianca. You had no idea why Rowan was in the fencing club to begin with, he wasn't very good and didn't seem too interested in improving. But you came to support him anyway every time. You sat on the bench with Rowan's inhaler and glasses in your lap.

Rowan was sent sprawling and Couch Vlad finally blew the whistle. Bianca sauntered off to talk to the other girls, whispering and giggling. Rowan's face was flushed red and his eyes were started to water. Shit.

He pulled himself up, not even the couch stopping to check on him, hobbling over to you. You had shot up and hurried over to meet him halfway. Stuffing his glasses in your pocket, you uncapped and shook the inhaler.

"'M fine, 'm fine," Rowan wheezed, trying to calm you. He was swallowing repeatedly, trying to clear the extra saliva from his mouth before he started drooling.