Minghao | Eating Disorder Part II

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As the days of practice wore on, the intensity increased. The choreography was more demanding than ever, and Minghao could feel his body protesting with every move. Fatigue coursed through him, and he struggled to keep pace with the rest of the group. Despite the determination driving him, his energy was nearly depleted, and the dizziness that had begun to creep in was becoming harder to ignore.

The studio was filled with the sound of their synchronized steps and the rhythmic beats of the music. Minghao pushed himself harder, trying to match his members' energy, but as the routine progressed, he felt the room start to spin. The world around him blurred, and panic surged through him as he fought to stay upright.

"Come on, just a bit longer," he thought, gritting his teeth. But suddenly, everything went black.

The loud thud echoed in the studio as Minghao collapsed onto the floor, the sound jolting everyone from their focus. The music cut off, replaced by a chorus of startled gasps and frantic footsteps.

"Minghao!" Seungcheol shouted, rushing to his side. The others quickly followed, surrounding him in a protective circle, their faces etched with concern.

"Minghao, can you hear me?" Jun knelt beside him, shaking his shoulder gently. "Wake up!"

As they assessed the situation, Seungcheol felt for Minghao's pulse. His heart raced as he realized how weak and slow it was. "He's breathing, but it's really slow," he said, his voice tense. "We need to get him help. Now."

"Call an ambulance!" Joshua yelled, already reaching for his phone. The panic in the air was palpable as they all exchanged worried glances, their minds racing with fear.

"Stay with him, don't leave him alone!" Hoshi urged, kneeling down next to Minghao's head. He gently brushed his hair back, trying to keep him calm. "Minghao, please wake up. We're right here."

Time felt like it stretched indefinitely as they waited for help to arrive. Seungcheol kept a hand on Minghao's wrist, willing his pulse to strengthen. "You've got to hang in there," he murmured, his heart heavy with worry.

The others gathered around, their expressions filled with concern and helplessness. The atmosphere that had once been lively and energetic was now thick with tension and fear.

As the ambulance sirens wailed in the distance, Jun squeezed Minghao's hand tightly. "You can't leave us, okay? We need you. Just hold on a little longer," he pleaded, his voice breaking.

When the paramedics finally arrived, they quickly took over, assessing Minghao's condition with expert efficiency. "What happened?" one of them asked, looking at the group for answers.

"He just collapsed," Seungcheol explained, his voice still strained. "He's been... he's been not eating well, and we think he's really exhausted."

The paramedics exchanged concerned glances as they began to check Minghao's vitals. "We need to get him stabilized and to the hospital," one of them said, focusing on their patient. "He needs immediate care."

As they loaded Minghao onto the stretcher, the members stood back, their hearts heavy. Each of them felt a mix of guilt and fear wash over them. "This is all my fault," Seungcheol thought, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.

"Minghao, we're coming with you!" DK called out, desperation in his voice. "Don't worry, we're right here!"

As they followed the stretcher into the ambulance, Minghao lay unconscious, and for the first time, the reality of his situation hit them all like a freight train. The joyous moments they had shared felt distant, overshadowed by the stark reality of what had just happened. And deep down, they all knew that they had to do better-both for Minghao and for each other.

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