nurse's office | minsung ✓

16

Jisung stirred under the covers, his body heavy with an unfamiliar fatigue. Despite getting a full night's rest, he felt as though he hadn't slept at all. His eyelids refused to open fully, weighed down by some unseen force. Every time he tried to lift his arms or stretch, his muscles screamed in soreness, aching like he'd run a marathon. He winced, feeling the tangled strands of his hair brushing against his face, some of it falling into his eyes.

Bloodshot.

That's how they felt. He hadn't looked in the mirror yet, but he could feel the heat, the strange burning in his eyes, as if they were red and raw from exhaustion. Slowly, his hand crept to his face, brushing his hair back, but the effort made him groan. It was like his whole body had betrayed him overnight. What was wrong?

"What...what the fuck is happening to me?" he mumbled, his voice barely audible, as if it took too much effort to even speak. Jisung forced his eyes open, only for them to close again at the sharp sting of light flooding his vision. His mind raced as his heart pounded in his chest, his pulse loud in his ears. Panic crept up his spine.

Why the fuck couldn't he move properly? Why did he feel so drained, so...weak?

He struggled, inching toward the edge of his bed, determined to get up and figure out what was happening. But just as his feet touched the cold floor, something strange happened. A soft gust of wind, barely noticeable but impossibly real, brushed against him, and in an instant, the fight drained out of his body. His muscles gave in, and he collapsed back onto the bed.

"What the fuck...?" His breath came out in shallow, desperate bursts. It was like the wind itself had forced him back down. No, not the wind. This wasn't natural.

Jisung blinked, eyes wide in confusion, fighting to make sense of what had just happened. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing became clear in his mind—something was making him weak. Something unseen, something powerful, and it was taking all the energy out of him.

His heart thudded painfully in his chest as the realization dawned on him. This wasn't some random illness. No amount of sleep or rest would fix this. Something was out there, and it had found him. He didn't know what it was or why it had targeted him, but he knew one thing for certain: if he didn't find a way to protect himself, he might not be able to get up again.

Jisung's mind raced, trying to make sense of the fear that gripped him. There had to be something he could do. He couldn't just lie there, helpless, letting whatever this was drain the life out of him. He clenched his fists, summoning what little strength he had left, his body trembling with the effort. The weight pressing down on him felt unnatural, like the very air had become heavier, more oppressive.

He had to fight this.

But how?

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