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Can't stop puking 🌡️

Sickie: Heeseung
Caregivers: Enhypen

No one’s POV.:

Heeseung was usually quite fond of having a room to himself. Tonight was one of those rare occasions though when he wished for a roommate. He had felt a little off all day and had spent the past two hours tossing and turning as he tried and failed to fall asleep. By now, his sheets were soaked with sweat and he found himself dazedly staring up at the ceiling. Heeseung’s head pounded and there was no doubt in his mind that he had managed to fall ill. All he wanted, no needed, were a few sips of water to soothe his parched throat but his body felt so heavy, getting up from his bed seemed impossible, and he had no roommate he could call out to for help.

There was no way of telling just how long he had lain there, the numbers on his alarm clock blurring in front of his eyes. Heeseung squeezed his eyes shut and rolled onto his side, drawing his knees up to his chest. His stomach was churning now too, probably from the lack of food. Since he hadn’t had the slightest appetite all day, he hadn’t managed to force down much over the course of the day, so hunger pains were to be expected but the rising nausea was not. Huffing a shaky breath, Heeseung contemplated his options. It would probably be safest to go and sit in the bathroom for a bit, if the funny feeling at the back of his throat was anything to go by, but he was so exhausted. The way too the bathroom seemed so impossibly far.

Laying in his feverish daze for a few more minutes, Heeseung barely noticed how his mouth started to water and startled when his stomach suddenly seized. He barely had time to lean over the side of his bed, hands fisted in his sweat-damp blanket as he watched the mouthful of stomach acid splatter the floor boards. Yeah, he should’ve most definitely headed to the bathroom. Giving a strained cough, Heeseung heaved again and was glad that he hadn’t eaten much. A string of saliva dangled from his lips and he spat in disgust, hoping to get rid of the vile taste. His already dry throat burned now but he didn’t crave a drink as much as he had a little while ago, figuring it wouldn’t sit well while his stomach still turned.

The room span for a few seconds as Heeseung sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, careful to avoid the puddle. Shakily, he made his way to the bathroom and slumped against the sink as he stared at his ghostly pale complexion. His hand trembled and he struggled to catch enough water in his palm to rinse out his mouth. At least, most of the taste was gone now. Heeseung splashed some cold water on his face before sinking to his knees and slumping against one of the cabinets. His cheeks puffed with a queasy burp and he sighed, trying to find the energy to clean up the mess in his room.

It had taken Heeseung a little while but he eventually got his bearing and tiredly shuffled back to his room, cleaning supplies in hand. He was a little proud of himself that he managed to clean his mess without the stench making him sick again, though there were a few close calls. What Heeseung didn’t have the energy for though, was changing his sheets. They were absolutely sweaty and disgusting but mopping the floor had left him winded. The thought of just going to sleep on the couch with a bucket close by crossed his mind but the likelihood of one of his dongsaengs finding him in a pathetic state was too high for him to risk it.

After throwing his bedding onto the floor, Heeseung wrapped himself in a fluffy blanket, which did nothing for his chills, and laid down on his bare bed. He wouldn’t be able to rest for long though. His stomach was cramping badly and knowing he wouldn’t have the energy to clean up after himself a second time, Heeseung unwillingly dragged himself back to the bathroom and settled on the rug. With trembling hands, he flipped up the toilet seat and pulled his blanket tighter around his shivering frame. It only took a few minutes for Heeseung to find himself gagging again. The strain made his head pound and brought tears to his eyes, which he hurriedly wiped away when he heard footsteps approaching down the hallway.