Hypoglycaemic Minghao

Rush

If there was one thing that never failed to give Minghao an adrenaline rush was being on stage in front of thousands of fans. There was nothing like hearing the cheers of a thousand voices and the flashes of Carat Bongs in the audience.

One thing Minghao didn't like about concerts was the way his blood sugar made them really unpredictable. Even when he checked his blood sugar before the concert and quickly during breaks, it could still drop really quickly when he was dancing, exhausted and on stage in front of so many people.

So far, he'd avoided anything happening on stage until now.

Minghao was sitting backstage in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs, his makeup and hair getting done while Junhui helped him tie up his shoelaces and he checked his own blood sugar.

85mg/dL. It was well within Minghao's normal range of 70-100mg/dL when he hadn't eaten for at least two hours.

Minghao tucked his glucometer back into its case and put the case in his bag as they were called onto the stage.

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They were nearing the end of the concert when everything turned bad.

The group had headed backstage to get changed into their own outfits, Minghao in some black ripped jeans and the sleeveless shirt he had designed for the concert.

Minghao was just about to grab his glucometer when the group was called back on stage.

With a heavy sigh, Minghao abandoned his bag and headed back onstage.

The only part of the concert left was performing Very Nice, which everyone knew could easily end up being played for over twenty minutes.

Minghao was already exhausted from the rest of the concert, and it was only ten minutes into performing Very Nice that he started feeling dizzy, trembling hands clutching his microphone tight.

The Chinese man managed to hold on for five more minutes before he knew he wouldn't make it to the end of the concert.

With a bit of a run, Minghao made his way to Junhui, who was watching Wonwoo dance awkwardly.

Minghao was only a few meters away from Junhui when his eyes rolled back into his head and his legs gave out beneath him.

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Junhui didn't notice anything wrong with Minghao until he saw Minghao collapse in the corner of his vision. Wonwoo had also seen it, the two sprinting towards where he had fallen only meters away from them.

Wonwoo gently shook Minghao's shoulder, but Minghao stayed unconscious, eyes closed and body limp.

Junhui picked Minghao up with one arm looped under Minghao's knees and the other under his back, quickly carrying him backstage and placing him down on one of the couches in their dressing room.

Two medical staff rushed over with a first aid kit and Wonwoo moved Minghao's bag beside the couch in case he needed one of his injections.

One of the medical staff was just about to prick Minghao's finger with the lancing device when he started seizing a lot more violently than usual. His legs kicked out, almost catching one of the kneeling medical staff in the face.

"Give him the glucagon shot and see if it does anything. His seizure bag is over by his clothes." Junhui explained, about to grab the bag.

Their manager intercepted him. "No, Junhui. Go back on stage with Wonwoo. Don't say anything to the fans. We'll release a full statement on his Instagram when he's ready to talk about it. Just go back on stage so fans don't worry too much. We've got it under control."

Junhui sighed. "One vial of the AEDs should bring him out of the seizure. Call an ambulance if you give him the AED. Don't let him hit his head." Junhui called at the medical staff, making sure they memorised everything as Wonwoo took Junhui by the wrist and dragged him back onto the stage.

They were only on the stage for two more minutes before they said their goodbyes to Carat and headed backstage again.

Minghao was still seizing. The medical staff had fixed Minghao's oxygen mask over his face and were watching him closely. The empty glucagon shot had been left to the side, out of the way of the medical staff.

The remaining members were taken to another room to get into their comfy clothes.

Junhui was quick to get out of his concert t-shirt and into his sweatpants and hoodie, rushing out to try and get into their dressing room to check on Minghao. Their manager was standing outside, and he was stubborn in not letting Junhui inside.

"He's my boyfriend. I want to see him." Junhui cried, struggling with the manager who was a good few inches taller than himself.

"Junhui, he needs some privacy. The medical staff told me just a minute ago that he's just coming around. We don't want him to be overwhelmed. We want him to stay calm."

Junhui wiped away his tears. "I can keep him calm. Please. He'll be asking for me."

The manager sighed, rolled his eyes and pushed the door open for Junhui.

Minghao was still lying on the couch unconscious with the oxygen mask over his face, but he was no longer seizing which was a relief.

Junhui knelt beside the couch, running a hand through Minghao's sweaty hair and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Minghao whined weakly, opening his eyes a little to look up at Junhui.

"Hey, baby," Junhui whispered, hand moving down to rest on the side of Minghao's neck.

Minghao tried to sit up, but Junhui stopped him by resting a hand against Minghao's chest.

"Honey, I know you're a little confused but just stay lying down for a few minutes."

Minghao whimpered softly, screwing his eyes shut for a moment.

"Shh... I know it hurts. I'm right here, honey."

They stayed in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Minghao opened his eyes properly and sat up with just a little struggle.

"My head hurts," Minghao whined, resting his head against Junhui's shoulder when Junhui sat next to him.

"I know, honey. We're going to go to the dorms soon so don't worry. They didn't have to give you anything other than a glucagon shot so once you take some snacks we'll get you changed and get back to the dorms. Is that okay?"

Minghao nodded, accepting the packet of sweets of the medical staff handed him.

Minghao ate the sweets slowly, not stopping until the staff told him he could. Once he looked a little steadier, Junhui helped him get into some sweatpants and an oversized hoodie and they headed out to the minivan with Minghao's backpack and seizure bag.

The journey back to the dorm was quiet, everyone keeping the noise down to give Minghao some comfort.

Once they were back at the dorms, Junhui and Minghao headed straight to bed, settling quickly in each other's arms and falling asleep without a care in the world.