Page 27 of Sett and his King
"I believe this is yours," I panted.
The woman jumped and took her handbag before I collapsed in front of her.
"Thank you. Thank you so—" she started and dropped back down on the ground along with me, easing my fall. “Are you okay?”
I opened my mouth but before I could answer, the thieves had caught up with me and yanked the woman back by the hair.
I growled at them but even that made me cough as an asthma attack overwhelmed my body.
One of them focused on me and kicked me. I closed my eyes but the impact never came. Instead, I heard a groan and opened my eyes just in time to see the man land a few feet ahead like a sack of potatoes.
The other guy let go of the woman and tried to attack Sett. He ended up flying across the street right next to his friend.
Sett crouched down beside me and took my hand.
“Are you okay? What did they do?”
I opened my mouth to thank him but all that came out was a wheeze.
“Need…inhaler…can’t…breathe.”
The woman crawled toward me and started patting my pockets.
“Where is it?” she asked.
“H-home.” I wheezed. How could I have forgotten my inhaler?
I never made that mistake. Ever. What was wrong with me?
“What can I do?” Sett asked. “Drew, what can I do?”
“He needs his medicine,” she told him.
I put my hand in my pocket and took out the skeleton key.
“Unless you live around the corner, I doubt that’ll work,” said the woman.
I wanted to tell her that was exactly where I lived. Around the corner. But I couldn’t speak. And besides, Sett found that opportunity to sweep me off the ground and carry me toward the nearest door.
My breathing turned heavier. It got even harder to breathe. My wheezing turned so high-pitched it was like a whistle.
At this rate, I’d be dead before we found the nearest door.
See? That’s what playing superhero gets me.
“Fuck!” he grumbled and stopped walking, put me back down and grabbed me by the back of the neck and drove his mouth to mine.
What the hell!
Did he really think this was the time to use me? He was just like his brother. He was a monster too.
Only…he wasn’t kissing me. Not really. Hell, there wasn’t even any tongue. Instead, I felt a rush of oxygen push down my throat, and fill my lungs.
He was breathing air into me. He wasn’t kissing me. He was saving me.
Although…this wasn’t supposed to work. I needed medicine during an attack. The steroids that could kick my system back to gear.
And yet, it was working.
