Today, I walked right past him and through the door, along with my friends, on my way out to the garden.

I started having a coughing fit as the doors closed behind me, tears were rolling down my cheeks, I couldn't breathe, I was grasping at my throat, spitting up phlegm and gagging. 

I guess people noticed I wasn't ok so someone came up to the doors, knocked on them until he opened them, and told him I couldn't breathe.

He walked alongside me, taking me to the health room.

He said "so, you couldn't breathe?"

I nodded, being in too much shock to saying anything.

He asked me if I had my inhaler.

I patted my purse.

He asked me where it was.

I patted my purse again.

He asked me if it was in my purse.

I, still in too much shock, patted my purse.

He laughed and asked me if my purse was with me, and I patted my purse again and finally managed to get out a "yes."

He was just trying to get me to take my inhaler, but I was all like

But I'm just a little confused and kind of happy now.

He talked to me.

He helped me.

He laughed.

Does this mean we're ok?

Was he really concerned about my health?

Or did he just do it out of obligation?

He could have asked some else to help me, but he did it himself.

He walked me all the way down.

And I never even said thank you.