SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

Woozi | Bruises Part III

It wasn't long before Seungcheol and Joshua arrived, having been alerted by Hoshi's quick actions. They both looked at Woozi with wide eyes, their faces filled with concern.

"Woozi, what's happening?" Seungcheol asked, crouching down in front of him, his voice sharp with worry.

Woozi opened his eyes slowly, trying to focus on Seungcheol's face. "It's just a nosebleed h-hyung," he muttered, though his voice sounded weak, hoarse. "I'll be fine."

But even as he said it, Woozi could feel how wrong everything was. His nose wouldn't stop bleeding, and his body felt like it was failing him in ways he couldn't explain. The bruises, the dizziness, the sudden weakness-it was all piling up, and he couldn't hide it anymore.

Seungcheol knelt beside him, pressing a hand to Woozi's shoulder. "This isn't just a nosebleed, Ji," he said, his voice steady but laced with concern. "You're not okay."

Joshua, standing just behind Seungcheol, nodded in agreement. "We need to get you to the hospital. This isn't just from overwork, right? There's something more going on."

Woozi shook his head, trying to protest, but the dizziness was clouding his thoughts. "I'm... I'm fine. It's just a nosebleed. I don't need to go to the hospital..."

But his words trailed off as another wave of dizziness hit him, and his vision blurred again. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to steady himself, but it was too much. His body was shutting down, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Seungcheol and Joshua exchanged a glance, both of them recognizing that Woozi wasn't going to get through this on his own. "We're taking you to the hospital, Ji," Seungcheol said firmly, already standing up. "No arguments."

Hoshi, who had been standing by, came over and helped Woozi stand, supporting him as his legs wobbled beneath him. "You need help, Ji. It's okay. We'll take care of you."

Woozi's heart raced in his chest, panic rising as he tried to hold onto some sense of control, but it was slipping through his fingers. "I... I don't want to make you all worry..." he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

"You don't have to carry this alone," Joshua said softly, his hand gently resting on Woozi's back. "We're here. Let us help you."

And with that, Woozi finally let go, surrendering to the care of his members as they carefully escorted him out of the practice room. He didn't have the strength to fight anymore, and deep down, he knew that this time, he couldn't keep pretending.

As the van sped toward the hospital, Woozi sat quietly in the back, his body still trembling from the dizziness and the lingering sense of panic. Seungcheol and Joshua sat beside him, their eyes never leaving him, their silent support a quiet comfort in the midst of his overwhelming fear.

But Woozi couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong, something far beyond the exhaustion or the stress he had been hiding. He had ignored the signs for so long, kept pushing through the pain, but now, he couldn't run from it anymore.

He just hoped that by the time they reached the hospital, he would finally have the answers he had been desperately avoiding.

The ride to the hospital was a blur for Woozi. His body felt like it was slipping in and out of consciousness. The dizziness intensified, his head spinning with each passing moment. It was as though he were floating in a haze, disconnected from everything around him, unable to fully grasp the reality of what was happening. His breaths were shallow and erratic, his vision dimming as the seconds passed.

As Woozi finally lost his grip on consciousness, his body slumped against the seat, his head lolling to the side. Joshua immediately reached out, his hand steadying Woozi's shoulder. Seungcheol had been keeping a close eye on him, and the moment Woozi went limp, Seungcheol's voice cracked with urgency.