Kpop Sickfics / Hurtfics

🚗 Sunoo - I'll Be Fine!

// requested by: @Hyuniexinnie // 

~ Sunoo's POV ~

- CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE! – The lights were flickering over my head, as my ears filled with the beeps and buzzing of machines. People ran into the room, nurses and doctors, their face covered in masks, but I saw the panic in their eyes.

- No pulse! Start CPR! – I backed to the wall, and lowered myself. I was in a state of shock.

- We need to shock him! 3, 2, 1, CLEAR! – His small body flew into the air, then remained unmoving. Someone grabbed me and dragged me out of the room.

- Time of death: 13:21. – It was the last thing I heard, and the world somehow got darker.

~

I woke up, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. I looked around, and found myself in my room. It was still before sunrise.

I had another flashback. They were tormenting me all my life.

It started, when my childhood friend got sick, and was sent to a hospital. I visited him every day, but one day, his heart stopped, while I was next to him. I watched the doctors and nurses trying to revive him, but he was gone.

This left me traumatized, of course. Not only that, but I developed a phobia of hospitals. I believe it is called Nosocomephobia. Because of this, I will try to avoid hospitals by any means necessary.

Ever since then, I only needed to visit a hospital once, when I broke my arm when I was 10. It ended with the nurse having to sedate me, because I had a panic attack. So, even if I'm very ill, I would refuse to go to a hospital.

~

These flashbacks were getting more frequent nowadays, because I fell ill, and many people said that I should really consider getting over my fear, and get help in a hospital.

They were kind of right. I caught a cold a week ago, and I didn't take the proper steps to recover. So now, it advanced to what is most likely pneumonia. I knew I needed to treat it, but there was no way I would go to a hospital.

The others called a doctor to our dorms, after a particularly scary scenario: we were in the middle of practice, when I couldn't breathe anymore, and almost passed out. The doctor strongly advised, that we call an ambulance for me, but I shut the idea down.

I could be treated here, at home.

I was getting worse and worse every day, but I stood strong behind my opinion. I insisted, that I could recover on my own, with the occasional visit from the team doctor. I wanted to believe it.

~ 1 week time skip ~

I don't know how much longer I could go on without proper help. I was unable to participate in any activities or practices, so I just sat in the background for most of them. I tried to dance with the others, but it usually resulted in me gasping for air, and the doctor needed to bring in an oxygen mask for me.

I was in an awful condition. I was shaking from the fever, I needed to have the oxygen mask by me at all times, I was pale, had no appetite, so I was losing weight rapidly.

But it was still better, than a hospital. At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

My days usually looked the same:

Wake up, skip breakfast. Ride with the others to the studio. Get carried into the practice room. Sit or lay on the couch, oxygen mask over my mouth. Sleep through the whole day, interrupted by the occasional coughing fit or fever check. Go home, and sleep.