Noble Blood

A stranger in the crowd handed one over. Kazi grabbed it, shaking it swiftly and tilted his mask up. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. He got the boy's hands and had it grip Kazi's inhaler. Kazi used the inhaler with the kid's fingers pressing and feeling the inhaler. Its patterns, its rhythm. 

While still using the inhaler, Kazi had the kid grab his own inhaler. "Get off," Kazi told the father. Making deep eye contact with the kid, he breathed. He breathed. He used the inhaler. The kid got a proper grip of his own inhaler. 

The mother put a hand to her mouth. "What are you doing!?"

Kazi took a deep, deep breath of the inhaler and didn't look up. "Hssk...Just shut up and watch."

The boy, still gasping, was slowly mimicking Kazi's actions. A slow breath in. A pause. Then another. The crowd murmured in shock as his breathing steadied. Steadied, steadied, steadied until it was perfectly normal.