Hypoglycaemic Minghao

Falling Down

Minghao was still awake in the early hours of the morning, several hours after everyone had gone to sleep.

He was curled up in bed, Junhui fast asleep beside him, the youngest Chinese boy writhing in pain, clutching his frog plushie against his abdomen as if it would ease the pain.

The pain had started in the middle of dance practice, right in the middle of his abdomen. It had been coming and going for hours, slowly moving to the right of his torso, but Minghao didn't think it was anything worse than a stomachache and kept quiet.

It was when the pain got worse that Minghao finally forced himself to go speak to Seungcheol, dragging his plushie with him for comfort

Minghao felt terrible about waking Seungcheol and Jeonghan at four in the morning, but the pain was so bad he was having trouble walking, feeling like a knife was being driven into him with each step.

Seungcheol woke up with a low grumble as Minghao shook him, complaining under his breath, but when he saw Minghao's pale, tear-streaked face and the way he was clutching his plushie against his abdomen, Seungcheol shook the sleepiness from his mind and sat up, waking Jeonghan in the process.

"Hyung, it hurts so bad." Minghao cried, letting Seungcheol pull him onto the bed, dropping his plushie onto the floor.

Seungcheol wiped his tears. "What hurts, honey?"

Minghao clutched at his abdomen again, more tears spilling from his eyes.

Jeonghan was just reaching out for Minghao when the boy covered his mouth, suddenly turning pale.

The two eldest rushed him through to the bathroom, ignoring his pained cries every time he took a step. Almost as soon as he was over the toilet, Minghao emptied his stomach into the bowl.

Jeonghan knelt on the floor with him, rubbing a hand up and down his back and brushing his hair back while Seungcheol grabbed a thermometer.

When Minghao had stopped throwing up his dinner and was lying against Jeonghan's chest, Seungcheol put the thermometer into his mouth.

"You're sick, honey," Seungcheol said, removing the thermometer after seeing the high temperature. "We should get you back into bed."

Minghao shook his head. "It hurts so much." He cried, Jeonghan moving his hand to rub his poor abdomen.

Minghao whined as soon as Jeonghan put pressure on the skin, the two eldest looking at each other, concerned.

"His stomach feels a bit swollen, Hyung. We didn't eat much today so that can't be it." Jeonghan whispered, moving his hand to rub Minghao's back.

"HaoHao, we don't know what's wrong, so do you think a hospital trip is best?" Seungcheol asked, kneeling beside the two.

Minghao nodded weakly, letting the two get him up and out into the hallway.

Jeonghan sat him down by the door, carefully tugging shoes onto his feet and lacing them up as Seungcheol draped a coat over his shoulders.

All that ran through Seungcheol's mind was worry as they drove off to the hospital. It seemed similar to what Wonwoo had experienced with his gastritis, but it seemed so much more sudden.

When they arrived at the hospital, Seungcheol brought Minghao into the reception while Jeonghan grabbed Minghao's emergency bag from the trunk. They knew whatever was going on in Minghao's body had nothing to do with his Addison's Disease, but they both knew treatment could be complicated by Addison's disease. They'd done their reading on Addison's, and one of the triggers of an Addisonian Crisis was illness.