March For Mercy 《Seventeen》

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《Poision²》

The team all stood around Seungcheol, who had been laid down on an examination table. Mingyu had taken a blood sample from the leader but was not able to identify the drug used on Seungcheol.

"So what do we do?" Hoshi asked. He and Woozi were sharing a chair together that was pulled up on the side of the examination table.

"Fuck it, I'm calling Dino." Seungkwan said, pulling out his phone and calling the youngest.

No answer.

Seungkwan called 6 more times, each went to voicemail. "Okay so, new plan!" Seungkwan looked around.

"Wait it out." Seungcheol said through gritted teeth, if this was like any other drug, it should wear off within a few hours. If not - well, then they can start to worry.

"Are you sure?" Joshua asked worridly.

"We can't take the chance of giving him an antidote that could possibly react badly to whatever drug is in his system right now." Mingyu agreed with Seungcheol.

As much as it pained them to watch their leader be in this much pain, all they could really do was wait.

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Those next few hours were torture for Seungcheol, the only thing he could do to try and avoid the pain was to lie completely still and try not to move.

After nearly 6 HOURS of just lying there, the pain started to fade.

Seungcheol moves his hand slightly as he leans up against his elbow to look up at the clock. It was nearly midnight.

"Feeling better?" Woozi asks softly, being the only one still up, not finding this chair the most comfortable, even if he was on Hoshi's lap for the most part.

"Yeah, a bit." Seungcheol nodded, wiping the tears off his face. "I can't believe I cried this much." He chuckled.

"I feel ya, who knew the mafia would make us such cry-babies." Woozi teased as he pried himself off of Hoshi's lap.

"Come on, let's get you into a proper bed. That table looked uncomfortable as hell." Woozi said as he helped Seungcheol off the table and upstairs to his room.