No Problem

Check-in

Sorry Felix. But also, sorry Minho. I torture my bias like none other. 

Warning: panic attacks... again...

---------------------

Chan watched as Minho's head dipped again, nodding off to sleep for half a second, before he shook himself awake and continued to stare at the little screen displaying Felix's vitals. Poor Minho looked completely exhausted, if Chan didn't know better, he'd thought he was sick due to how pale he was, and it didn't help that his eyes were so bloodshot that they were almost entirely red. They'd been here for hours though. Too many hours to count. Three? No four? Chan had no clue. It was either very late, or really early. 

Felix himself was finally looking peaceful though. After pumping his stomach, the doctors set him up on some different pain medications that completely knocked him out. He'd been dead asleep for an hour and a half now. 

Chan was... barely holding on. He was nodding off on his own, eyes flickering from the chart on the wall, the vitals on the screen, Felix's peaceful face, Minho's nodding head, and his phone screen where he'd texted Mrs. Lee as soon as Felix was taken for pumping. She hadn't responded yet - probably sleeping. Oh, how he envied her. 

"Hey." The nurse stepped in, drawing the curtain back. "How's everyone doing in here?" She asked softly, pulling out latex gloves and slipping them on her hands. 

"Better than we started. Thank you." Chan answered, nudging Minho's side to wake up the dancer who somehow hadn't noticed the nurse's return. 

"Good. Good." She nodded, coming over to Felix's side and rubbing his arm. "Hey, Felix-ah." She glanced up at his vitals screen, continuing to rub his arm gently. "Felix-ah, time to wake up." Her voice was soft, more soothing to sleep than waking up from such. 

"Mm." The young dancer groaned, face screwing up as he turned his head into the crinkly hospital pillow. 

"Good morning, Felix-ah." She called again. 

"Mm-mom." 

"Oh." The blood drained from Chan's face. This was too similar to the previous night with Felix sobbing for his mom into his leader's chest. Those memories were too fresh, Chan wasn't ready to face it all over again. He would - for Felix he'd do anything. But it would be hard. Minho's hand ended up on his knee though, squeezing just enough to add an assuring pressure like he'd do subtly for Han during interviews or variety shows. 

"Good morning, Felix-ah, how are you feeling?" The nurse cooed, leaning down to try to catch the Aussie's eyes as he opened them to the blinding ER lights. 

"Hurts." He grumbled, hand snaking down to hold his stomach. 

"Yeah? Can we try getting some food in you? Just a little bit." 

"Channie?" 

The nurse raised her eyebrows, but Chan didn't give her the chance to question his word choice. He was already toppling over his stupid plastic chair that was making his butt sore and falling to the floor beside Felix's bed. "Hey, mate, it's Chris." 

"Oh. Hi." Felix hummed, closing his eyes again. 

"I think you need to stay awake, Lix-ah." Chan pushed, glancing up at the nurse who nodded. 

"Why?"

"Because you can't eat while you're sleeping and it's breakfast time." It was 5am but whatever, Felix didn't need to know that.  

"'M not hungry. My stomach hurts, hyung." 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."