Hypoglycaemic Minghao

Not Alone

The scariest times for the group had to be when a member was sick or injured. To name a few, Wonwoo's gastritis, Minghao's back injury, Seungcheol's anxiety hiatus and Jeonghan's vertigo were some of the most memorable, but none of those were as frightening as any of Minghao's seizures. None of it compared to Minghao fainting or falling unconscious and starting to thrash around.

One thing none of the members knew was that maybe falling unconscious and starting to thrash around wasn't the worst thing.

SEVENTEEN had been struggling with a full schedule for over a week, moving between photo shoots, rehearsals and concerts without breaks.

As soon as SEVENTEEN got off the stage for their fifth concert that week, Minghao fell to his knees, body trembling and breathing becoming ragged.

Mingyu instantly grabbed the fallen member and carried him to their room, placing him down on a couch while Seungcheol grabbed his glucometer and medication.

Junhui knelt down beside the couch, brushing Minghao's hair back and helping him get off his heavy jacket.

Seungcheol brought Minghao's bag over, dropping it beside the couch and getting out his glucometer kit. The leader had just pricked Minghao's finger when Minghao's body tensed up and started thrashing around on the couch.

Junhui instantly ran off to grab Minghao's seizure bag while Jeonghan and Joshua moved around the pillows on the couch to protect Minghao's head, arms and legs.

Seungcheol noticed something was off as he started preparing the glucagon injection.

Minghao's eyes hadn't rolled up into his head. They were still moving, looking up to the left and occasionally darting to the right before moving back. Seungcheol's head sunk to his stomach when he noticed Minghao's eyes weren't glazed, but they held a terrified and desperate look.

"Minghao, honey, blink twice if you can hear me," Seungcheol called out, nice and clear.

Minghao screwed his eyes shut twice, but he didn't seem able to for longer than a second before his eyes were open again and darting around.

Jeonghan and Joshua froze, looking up at Seungcheol.

"He's awake," Seungcheol whispered to the two before raising his voice for Minghao again. "Blink twice if you're in pain, HaoHao."

Minghao screwed his eyes shut twice again.

Junhui burst into the room, dropping the bag down by the couch and grabbing the oxygen mask.

Seungcheol took Junhui's wrist. "Junhui, don't freak out but Minghao's awake and in a lot of pain. We need to keep him calm and try to distract him. I need to give him the glucagon injection." Seungcheol whispered, trying not to alert the seizing member.

Junhui took a closer look at Minghao's face, gently wiping up the saliva pouring from his mouth as Seungcheol prepared the glucagon shot and stuck the needle into Minghao's arm, holding him still.

Tears slipped from Minghao's eyes, and the choking sounds coming from the back of his throat became almost desperate, like a pleading cry for help.

Junhui placed a gentle kiss on Minghao's chapped lips, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, baby. There's nothing we can do until the seizure ends. I know you're in pain but it'll be over soon. Just another minute or so. We're gonna call an ambulance so we can keep you safe. I'm gonna put the oxygen mask on now because your breathing doesn't sound so good."

Minghao let out a weak whine in between the pained choking sounds as Junhui slipped the plastic mask over his face and turned on the tank.

Junhui kept his face in Minghao's view the whole time, gently wiping away the tears streaming down Minghao's face and wiping away the saliva from his mouth as the seizure became more aggressive.