Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

A Dangerous Fall (Zeyu)

The BOYSTORY dorm was quieter than usual as the members had left for a brief outing. Zeyu, who had been feeling unwell all day, had insisted he would be fine on his own. His voice was raspy, and his skin felt clammy to the touch, but he reassured the others that he just needed rest. Reluctantly, the members left, believing that he would be okay for a few hours.

Zeyu lay on the couch, his head throbbing with a persistent ache. He was too hot one moment, shivering the next. His throat felt parched, and he needed water. Summoning the last of his energy, he decided to make his way to the kitchen. He struggled to stand, swaying slightly as he tried to gather himself. The room seemed to spin around him, making each step feel like an immense effort.

As Zeyu moved down the hallway toward the stairs, the dizziness became more intense. His vision blurred, and he reached out to steady himself against the wall. His legs felt like they were made of lead, and he had to concentrate just to keep moving.

He reached the top of the stairs, but the sight of the steps made his head spin even more. He tried to hold onto the railing, but his grip was weak. The world tilted dangerously, and before he could react, his legs gave out. He tumbled down the stairs in a harrowing sequence, each step hitting him with a brutal impact.

The pain was excruciating as he landed at the bottom, his head striking the floor with a sickening crack. Blood began to seep from the gash on his forehead, pooling around him. The sharp, jarring pain mixed with an overwhelming dizziness, making it difficult for Zeyu to stay conscious.

Hours later, the members returned to the dorm, their laughter and chatter filling the quiet apartment. Shuyang, feeling a nagging sense of worry, was the first to notice that Zeyu was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, has anyone seen Zeyu?" he asked, glancing around with concern.

"I thought he was resting," Hanyu replied, frowning. "Maybe he's still in his room?"

Shuyang, unable to shake his unease, decided to check on Zeyu himself. As he walked through the apartment, he noticed an unsettling silence and an odd, dark stain at the bottom of the stairs. His heart raced as he hurried toward the stairs, his pace quickening with each step.

When Shuyang reached the base of the stairs, he froze in horror. Zeyu was sprawled on the floor, blood staining the surrounding area. Shuyang's breath caught in his throat as he dropped to his knees beside Zeyu, his hands shaking uncontrollably. "Zeyu! No! Please wake up!" he cried, his voice breaking with panic.

He gently checked Zeyu's pulse—it was faint but present. His heart pounded with fear as he saw the severe bleeding from the wound on Zeyu's forehead. Desperate for help, Shuyang's mind raced. "Call an ambulance! We need help right now!" he shouted over his shoulder.

Xinlong, who had followed Shuyang, immediately pulled out his phone and dialed emergency services with trembling hands. "Our friend has fallen down the stairs and is bleeding badly. Please, we need an ambulance urgently!"

While waiting for the paramedics, Shuyang did his best to comfort Zeyu, speaking to him soothingly even though his own voice quivered with anxiety. "Zeyu, stay with me. Help is coming. Just hold on."

The other members gathered around, their faces pale and stricken with worry. Zihao tried to manage the panic of Shuyang and Mingrui, who were visibly distressed and on the verge of tears.

The sound of sirens eventually cut through the tension, and the paramedics arrived swiftly. They quickly assessed Zeyu's condition, providing first aid to control the bleeding and stabilize him. With practiced efficiency, they placed Zeyu on a stretcher and prepared to transport him to the hospital.

Shuyang stayed close, his heart aching as he watched the paramedics work. "Is he going to be okay?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The lead paramedic gave Shuyang a reassuring look. "We're doing everything we can. He's got a serious head injury, but we're taking him to the hospital to get him the care he needs."

The members followed the paramedics to the ambulance, their anxiety palpable. They rode together to the hospital, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on their minds.

At the hospital, the medical team moved swiftly to address Zeyu's injuries. He was rushed into the emergency room, where doctors worked to stabilize him further, address the head wound, and monitor his condition. The waiting room was filled with tense anticipation as the members waited for news.

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor finally emerged to provide an update. "Mr Yu is stable now. He had a significant concussion and a severe laceration on his head, but we've treated him and he's responding well. We'll need to keep him under observation, but he's out of immediate danger."

A wave of relief washed over the members, though their guilt remained. They thanked the medical staff and made their way to Zeyu's room, where he lay resting, his head bandaged but his breathing steady.

Shuyang took a seat beside Zeyu's bed, holding his hand gently. "I'm so sorry, Zeyu. We should have been here. Please, get better soon. We all need you."

Zeyu's eyes fluttered open, and he managed a weak smile. "It's... okay. Just glad you're here..."

The members stayed by Zeyu's side, their support unwavering as he began to recover. The incident served as a stark reminder of their responsibilities to one another and the importance of being there for each other in times of need. As Zeyu's condition improved, their bond grew stronger, and they faced the future with renewed commitment to one another.