Shannon closed her eyes and focused her breathing.
"This isn't just the asthma, it's anxiety. It's in your head. Yes, you know your medicine's run out and you're panicking. Shannon. Shannon, look at me. We can fight this. Breathe in through your nose. See? Got your breath? Keep doing that. That's perfect."
Somehow, Jack had managed to calm her down when she had her first attack on the Island. She wished like hell he was here now to look her in the eye and say it all over again. But, he wasn't, so she let the memory of his words in his voice play in her head and she breathed in through her nose, trying to ignore the crackling sound in her throat and let it out again through her mouth in soft rushes that stung in her chest.
The wheezing had calmed enough that it wasn't audible, but she could still feel the rumbling by the time a voice broke her concentration and she looked up. Shannon shook her head in response to his first question and waved a dismissive hand as she nodded in response to his second.
"One sec," she gasped, pushing off the building and starting to walk, gesturing for him to come along. She wasn't going to send some kid who didn't even read English into a pharmacy looking for Albuterol. It wasn't a short walk and if he grabbed the wrong thing, that'd be even longer she'd have to wait. Besides, she knew what they looked like; she'd had asthma for her whole life. The box holding the inhaler was just as familiar to her as the inhaler itself, which was to say, she'd know it a mile away.
A few minutes down the road, she felt her chest open a little and she slowed down, not wanting to aggravate it again. Pushing her sweaty hair off her face, she looked over at him. "It just...takes me a minute," she explained, pausing for another labored breath in between. "To calm...down. Don't...tell anybody...okay?" she asked, looking him in the eye for the first time since he'd appeared by her side.