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The late afternoon sun draped the high school track in a wash of gold. Beside me, my father sat, a steady presence as we watched my sister warm up for her final race. The air hummed with a family's quiet pride—until my training screamed a warning. I saw it: the slight, jarring hitch in you's stride, the way her fingers pressed against her chest. Asthma, and she didn't have her inhaler. I was moving before I thought, vaulting down from the bleachers with my dad close behind. I yanked open her track bag, my hands frantic. On the field, you was slowing, each breath a visible struggle. Unaware. Unaware that I was already sprinting toward her, the little plastic device clutched in my fist, the only thing standing between her and the ground.