In the midst of a high-stakes meeting at the Hero Public Safety Commission headquarters, pro heroes gathered to discuss crucial updates and decisions. Endeavor, Midnight, Eraserhead, Present Mic, Fatgum, Miruko, Hawks, and others were present, their attention fixed on the serious matters at hand. The meeting was crucial, and everyone knew they couldn't leave until it was concluded.
Endeavor, who had been feeling unwell since the morning, struggled to hide his discomfort. What started as a mild stomach ache had worsened throughout the meeting, intensifying to the point where it was almost unbearable. He shifted in his seat, trying to maintain his usual commanding presence despite the growing pain.
As the meeting dragged on, Endeavor’s condition deteriorated. The sharp, relentless pain in his abdomen seemed to tighten with each passing minute. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the discussion, but his concentration wavered as the pain became increasingly acute. The room’s discussions became a distant murmur as Endeavor’s world shrank to just the agony in his stomach.
Finally, as the meeting neared its end, Endeavor’s resolve crumbled. When the time came to stand up and prepare to leave, the sudden shift in posture proved too much for him. His vision blurred, and his legs buckled under the intense pain. He collapsed to the floor with a sharp, involuntary cry of discomfort.
The room fell silent as the pro heroes turned to see Endeavor lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. Midnight was the first to react, her eyes widening in concern. “Endeavor!” she exclaimed, rushing to his side.
Hawks, quick to assess the situation, darted over, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with urgency. “Is he okay? What happened?” he asked, crouching beside Endeavor.
Endeavor, his face contorted in pain, could barely respond. “No... it’s just... it hurts so much...”
Miruko and Fatgum moved in to help, while Present Mic tried to keep the others calm and focused. “Everyone, give him space,” he instructed, trying to maintain order amidst the chaos.
Eraserhead, ever pragmatic, immediately recognized the severity of the situation. “We need to get him medical attention right now. This could be serious.”
Fatgum quickly picked Endeavor up in a gentle but firm hold, cradling him as he moved toward the door. “I’ll get him to the medical bay. Let’s make sure he gets the help he needs.”
As they hurried down the hallway, Hawks stayed close, providing support and trying to keep Endeavor calm. “Hang in there, Endeavor. We’re almost there,” he said, his voice steady but filled with concern.
Once they arrived at the medical bay, the medical team sprang into action. The room filled with the clamor of medical professionals as they assessed Endeavor’s condition. The pro heroes stood by, their anxiety palpable as they waited for news.
After what felt like an eternity, the lead doctor emerged from the examination room. “Endeavor is stable now. He’s suffering from a severe abdominal infection. It was good that you brought him in when you did. With treatment, he should be fine, but he’ll need to rest for a while.”
Relief washed over the heroes. Midnight breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness he’s going to be okay.”
Hawks, who had been particularly worried, managed a small smile. “I’m glad he’s getting the care he needs. We should all be grateful that he’s going to pull through.”
As the heroes left the medical bay, they reflected on the day’s events. Endeavor’s collapse had been a shocking reminder of how even the strongest among them could be vulnerable. It was a humbling experience for everyone, reinforcing the importance of looking out for one another.
Endeavor, recovering in the medical bay, was surrounded by supportive messages and well-wishes from his fellow heroes. Despite his discomfort and embarrassment, he was grateful for the swift action and care he had received. It was a stark reminder of his humanity and the strength that came from relying on his friends in times of need.
