a heartbeat away (just pull me in)

One

Time in: 06:22 pm July 7th, 2021

Reason: Fainting

Symptoms: Heart rate accelerated, pale, shallow breathing, low blood pressure.

Jiyeon woke up in a cold, white room with an IV in her right arm, a pounding in the left temple of her head, and a churning in her stomach.

She was in rehearsal, dancing- and then she'd started to sweat more than normal before her knees slowly turned to jelly and the edges of her vision had filled with an inky black. And then... this. Jiyeon looked to her side only to find Dawon, her choreographer, and Sojung, her manager.

Both called out her name at the same time, at the flicker of Jiyeon's eyes opening.

Sojung shifted forward in her chair. "Are you okay?"

Jiyeon glanced down at her IV and then at her gown. "I'm in a hospital bed, so probably not." She sighed, sitting up and wincing at the jolt of pain she felt going down her back. Ah, so that's where I fell. Rubbing her back, she could feel the large bump of raised skin already forming.

"What happened?" she asked both of them, only mildly annoyed with the hovering. It was kind of nice after all, even if she didn't actually need it. If they didn't hover she would be even more annoyed.

"Everything was fine, and then I noticed you were going a little slow and off tempo," Dawon started, biting the inside of her lip. "Then you just suddenly fainted on the floor."

"When was the last time you ate?" Sojung asked, worried, and possibly irritable. Jiyeon couldn't quite tell.

Jiyeon bit into her lip, trying to remember. It's not like she ever purposely skipped meals, but last night she was so busy and in the morning she had a signing event right away and after that, was rehearsal. "Last night." She said. That had only partially been a lie considering that she had eaten a protein bar.

With pursed lips, Sojung lowered her head giving off that kind of stern look, the beginning of a scolding. "Jiyeon unnie, I know it's a busy time, but you need to take care of yourself. You used to do so well..."

"I know, I know." Jiyeon waved her hand and closed her eyes. It was only that, well, Jiyeon wasn't getting any younger, and with all these new idols continuously coming to the industry- she couldn't let her age show. She needed to keep up, more than that; she needed to be better.

She leaned further back into the bed, only to hiss as her bruise collided with the bed's surface. "I didn't mean to- I just forgot. I won't anymore. Can I leave now? This thing is itchy." She glared at the needle sticking in her arm and wondered why the hell it was on her right side, not left.

"Kim Jiyeon-ssi?" The low voice of a woman called out. In came a taller (maybe an inch or two taller than Jiyeon, but still, taller nonetheless) black-haired woman with a clipboard in her hand. She wore a white coat that came down to her knees, beneath that black slacks and a blue button-up blouse.

Oh, also she was really pretty. Like, supermodel-pretty and Jiyeon actually knew supermodels, but maybe she's more than pretty. Gorgeous, ethereal even.

Again, not that Jiyeon didn't deal with pretty people on a daily basis given her career as one of the most famous idols; but wow. Glowing, milky skin accentuated the sharp line of her cheeks and jawline, all the way down to defined collarbones. She stood there, her deep dark eyes assessing Jiyeon, a thin layer of nude eye shadow; but no other visible makeup with the exception of a light gloss covering her pink lips.