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As you probably guessed, this chapter goes back downhill a little bit :(

If you're sensitive to vomiting, then this chapter probably isn't for you. There isn't any of the plot in the second half of this chapter anyways so you're okay to skip it after the break in the middle of the chapter :)

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The pain in his stomach had faded after he ate. Sure, he still felt quite nauseous, but the sharp pain was gone which allowed him to sit upright again, which did make his back feel better. So overall, Felix should be feeling better right? Absolutely wrong. 

He should've just stayed home. The company had called an emergency meeting to discuss what to do with him during comeback and they all agreed that it's far too late to pull him from the comeback and put him on a hiatus when he'd been in all the concept photos and the music video was already filmed. Which left one issue - promotion period. The few weeks of nonstop activities. 

As awful as sitting out would be, participating would be just as bad and no one could think of what to do. Not even Chan had an idea. He voiced his concerns with Felix participating but even he understood that this comeback was heavily centered around Felix and Hyunjin. 

The meeting ended with an action plan TBD, and no one felt good about that - not even the company seemed happy with it. 

"Hey, Innie." Felix whispered, tapping the youngest's shoulder as they slowly made their way towards the elevator. "I'm going to head to the bathroom." 

"Do you want me to come with you?" The maknae asked, eyes wide like he was scared that Felix would die alone on the toilet. 

"No." Felix managed to chuckle. "The pain's getting better. I'm fine." 

Jeongin hummed, eyeing the dancer up and down before nodding. "Practice room 3 when you're ready." 

"Thanks, mate." Felix smiled, parting with the group as they passed the bathroom. He headed into the farthest stall, locking the door, closing the toilet seat and just sitting down right there. Forget the pain in his back, that meeting made his head hurt. It was too much to process. Especially when all the pain medications Minho had fed him after breakfast this morning were starting to fade, leaving him feeling like literal crap. The dull ache was growing in his lower back and the realization that he'd abandoned himself in the upstairs bathroom, far, far away from Minho and his pills was probably not the best idea, and it only served to worsen the ache. He buried his face into his hands, chewing on his lower lip as he thought through his options. 

It would be pretty embarrassing to call Minho right now, but he just didn't feel mentally or physically capable of getting up now that he was sitting down. Maybe the meeting had just given him an adrenaline rush and adrenaline is an amazing pain reliever. Either way, he needed more pain meds, even if acetaminophen was all he could take. 

He was about to fish his phone out of his pocket when he heard the door swing open. 

"Poor kid. I feel bad for him." A familiar male voice stated. He could picture his face but just couldn't remember his name. He was part of the concept organizing group - having just sat with him through the meeting. 

"Me too." Another voice, Felix recognized as their main manager answered. It took him all of .2 seconds to know they were talking about him. He held his breath to listen better. 

"Bang Chan seemed pissed." 

"Can you blame him? He's been in the hospital with Yongbok twice in the past two days."