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His eyes aches behind his eyelids when he wakes. He tries to open his eyes, but the bright light that shines over him made him squint that gave him a headache. When Mingyu adjusts to the light, he sees white; white walls, white sheets, white fluorescent lights. Next, he sees is Seungcheol sitting on a chair beside him, fiddling with his phone, with one of his team mates at the back. At the other side of Seungcheol is nurse Hobi, doing something with what looked like an IV drip. Mingyu realizes he's lying down on one of the beds in the emergency room, a needle stuck on his hand, his body covered with a comfortable blanket, and his brain fuzzy and tired. Mingyu groans at how his body throbs in pain, but his bandaged hand was more painful than his whole body.
"Mingyu?" Seungcheol says, a worried tone in his voice.
"You're finally awake." Nurse Hobi says as he places a hand on his forehead.
"You got me so worried! You were covered in your own blood and I thought you were going to die!" Seungcheol exclaims.
"What happened?" Mingyu squints and looks at nurse Hobi who still has his hand on his forehead.
"I'll list it down for you; one, you cut your finger while cooking; two, you're dehydrated; three, you're malnourished; four, you have the worst case of fatigue; and last, you ignored your fever to the point that your body just gave up on you." Nurse Hobi looked like he was angry at Mingyu and it made him feel bad.
"I'm sorry."
"You should take care of yourself more, Mingyu. You're overworking yourself to the brink of death.  People die of stress and fatigue; did you know that?" Nurse Hobi's face turned into worry.
"Yeah, I do."
"Then you shouldn't have done it. I know that what happened two weeks ago was emotionally stressful, but you shouldn't beat yourself up because of it."
"I know. I'm sorry. I got carried away." Mingyu tries to sit up but nurse Hobi pushes him back to the bed.
"No. You are not going to get off this bed until you are well enough to me." He looks at Seungcheol. "I'll be transferring him into a room, so you boys should go home."
"I'm staying." Seungcheol says.
"No, you're not. Go home, Seungcheol. You look as tired at this stupid boy right here, so you should go home and take the time to sleep some more. It's Saturday tomorrow, anyways. He'll be allowed to discharge tomorrow morning, but you can get him anytime. Although, I'm sure Mingyu will go directly to Wonwoo's room when he's discharged."
Mingyu smiles at how nurse Hobi knows him so well. "Thank you for bringing me, Seungcheol."
"No shit, loser. You got me so worried. That's how much I hate you." Seungcheol pouts and Mingyu laughs.
"Love you, too, Cheol. Now, go home." Mingyu reaches for Seungcheol hand to give him a reassuring squeeze.
"Okay. You better sleep!" He says as he starts to back away, his team mate following.
"I will. Also, thank you, Yuta, for helping Seungcheol."
"No problem, dude. Get better!"
They leave him while nurse Hobi and another nurse brings him to a room that is shared with another patient.
Nurse Hobi was writing something on a clip board when he speaks up. "Hey, Mingyu, I have to ask you something."
Mingyu looks at the worried face of his friend as he puts down the clip board on the high table. He pulls a chair and sits beside Mingyu.
"Ten years ago, do you remember your father talking to someone before I pulled you away?"