BEYONCE IS A GODDESS AND SHE TOUCHED MY HAND SKLJDFKLSD: a masterpost
Y’ALL!!!!! I AM IN A STATE. And I’ve been going on and on about this for days now to anyone who would listen and I’ve been yelling about it all over twitter but I really wanted to document this here so I have one space where I can just type out everything that happened on this whack-ass two-day mini vacation. Um… this is really long so proceed w/ caution, etc.
Mike helps Ginny with an asthma attack on a bus ride back and tries to deny that he researched for hours on how to help if she had another attack.
a/n: this can be considered a sequel to the first asthma fic, found here.
At first, Mike just tried to tell himself that it was because she was a member of his team. She was one of them, and Mike Lawson looked out for his own. (He can practically hear his mother’s smug, all knowing look in his head - that Ginny Baker is a ballplayer and one of them, sure, but there’s more too it and he knows it.)
He spent hours upon hours scrolling through the Web MD backlogs, before he got sucked into the Wikipedia vortex, freaked the fuck out, logged off his laptop for an hour and paced around his hotel room, fighting the urge to walk the two meters to Baker’s room and check her breathing habits.