String to my heart ♪ Mark Lee

♪ 19

An unknown star, as I begin my longed-for trip

♪

There was a constant meetups between Mark and Hannah for the planning of 200 before it subsuided as Mark got busy with the shootings for the music video.

And that was the time where Hannah fell sick.

Hannah was in her studio at SM building, composing songs despite feeling under the weather for the past few days.

Her health couldn't co-operate with her overworking schedules before it took a drop. Her condition worsened day by day gradually before she totally couldn't focus on the work but on how sick to the bone she felt.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her. She paused, gripping the edge of her desk for support, and took a deep breath, hoping it would pass.

A strong wave of nausea washed over her before she couldn't take it. The room spun slightly as she stood up.

Hannah rushed to the washroom, her footsteps echoing through the quiet hallways of the SM building.

She clutched the sides of the closet, her breath ragged and tears stinging her eyes.

Her throat was clenched, the feeling swirled inside her.

Her body was cascading in a mixture of hot and cold sweats. The nausea didn't come in waves anymore, it came all at once.

She barely made it to the stall in time, her body convulsing as she emptied her stomach. Thankfully the washroom was empty.

Everything she consumed which wasn't even much all came out, the first time triggering her body even more.

The retching sound was the only thing she could hear, she felt sick.

Her hand was clutched on her hair from coming on her way, her breathing was rough with the feeling of her throat stinging. God how much she hated this.

The smell and the taste of vomit triggered her urge even more before she threw up again emptying the contents of water she drank a few minutes back until she was gagging nothing but air.

Feeling hurt her chest before she got up and leant on the door behind her catching her uneven breathing as her legs trembled, feeling awful as she kept her eyes shut to stabilize the dizziness.

After cleaning up everything she left the cubicle and stood in front of the mirror, holding the basin while shaking.

Hannah looked at herself and her state on how pathetic she looked at the moment, her eyes were dull, nose tinted with red by the cold she caught yesterday and her lips were chapped and pale.

She washed her hands and face and rinsed her mouth thoroughly, wanting to brush her teeth to remove the odour. She wasn't sure how long she spent in the washroom.

After making herself look decent, Hannah was about to make her way to the studio still feeling nauseous. The pressure to finish her work was immense.

She didn't want anyone to see her in this state but here we are, her luck isn't that great.

Crossing paths with Mark was the worst thing she could imagine at the moment. The door was creaked open revealing Mark.

Hannah's heart sank when she saw Mark standing in the doorway. His eyes widened in surprise, concern quickly replacing the initial shock. He took a step forward, his voice gentle.

"Are you okay?"

Mark asked out noticing the brimming tears in her eyes.
"I'm fine" Hannah said turned away, desperately trying to hide her disheveled appearance.