Stray Kids Sickfics

It's Just a Fever, I'm Okay - Minho

A/N: I know that they live in separate dorms now but in this fic they'll be living together in one dorm. It feels good to have them staying all together 🤧

Tw: -fainting
     -blood
     -emeto

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It was nearly evening when Minho finally woke up from a brief nap, feeling far worse than he anticipated. His body ached and his head throbbed with a relentless, pounding rhythm. Despite the discomfort, his parched throat drove him to seek out water. To his dismay, he found that the bottle in his room was empty. After a few minutes, he forced himself to get up and make his way to the kitchen, determined to quench his thirst.

He stumbled through the hallway, each step an ordeal. His vision blurred intermittently, making it difficult to navigate the familiar space. He leaned heavily against the walls for support, feeling increasingly disoriented. His breaths were shallow, and he could barely muster the strength to hold himself upright. The journey to the kitchen felt interminable, but eventually, he reached his destination.

With trembling hands, he filled a glass from the tap. The cool water was within reach, a welcome relief to his dry throat. However, just as he was about to take a sip, he was hit by a sudden wave of dizziness. The world spun violently, and he gripped the counter desperately to steady himself. In a cruel twist of fate, the glass slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor in a shower of sharp shards. The sound echoed through the quiet dorm, mingling with Minho's faint groan of distress.

The commotion was enough to alert Chan, who had been immersed in his songwriting in the living room. He heard the crash and muttered, "What did you break now?" with a hint of exasperation, knowing that Han had just broken a glass plate an hour earlier. He reluctantly put his work aside, stretched, and made his way toward the kitchen. But the subsequent loud thud, much more severe than the previous crash, quickened his pace.

"Minho!" Chan's voice cut through the dimly lit kitchen as he entered. The sight that met him was alarming. Minho was lying on the kitchen floor, barely conscious, and surrounded by shards of broken glass. Panic surged through Chan's veins as he rushed over. He carefully stepped around the jagged pieces and knelt beside Minho, who was barely coherent.

"Minho! Oh my God! Are you okay?" Chan's voice was filled with worry as he gently turned Minho to lie on his back after pushing some of the pieces of glass surrounding him to a corner. He checked his body for any injuries and gasped in shock when he saw the bleeding cuts on his arms and knees.

"Minho? Can you hear me?" He lightly tapped Minho's cheeks, trying to rouse him.

Minho's response was barely a whisper, his voice ragged and weak. "W-wat-er," he croaked, his eyes half-lidded. But the word came out extremely slurred and Chan couldn't make out what he was saying.

Just then, Seungmin arrived in the kitchen in search of some snacks. He wasn't paying much attention while walking but immediately froze when he saw Minho on the floor, covered in blood. "W-what happened here?" He walked a bit closer, eyes still widened in shock.

"Careful! Look down!" Chan yelled when Seungmin neared the both of them. That's when he noticed the pieces of glass littering the floor.

"Wa-ter" Minho rasped out again, this time a bit more clearly, effectively snapping Chan's attention back to him.

"Water? You want water?" Chan repeated and looked up at Seungmin who was already on his way to fill another glass, while carefully dodging the shards scattered across the floor. He handed the glass to Chan, who was still trying to get Minho a bit more conscious.