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Han Straykids - Anxiety 2

This chapter mentions the aftermath of an overdose and also mental difficulty, if you feel uncomfortable with any of those, please skip.
1400 words.

The air in the hospital room was thick with the unspoken thoughts of the members. It had been hours since they last heard anything about Jisung's condition. The quiet beeps of the machines were a constant reminder of how close they had come to losing him. Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Felix, and the rest of the team sat in silence, unable to look away from Jisung's unconscious form. The room felt too small, too suffocating as the minutes dragged on. They could hardly breathe. The air was heavy with guilt.

Why didn't we see it? The thought had been circling in all their minds since the doctor first spoke. They had failed their friend. The one who had always been there, the one who had made them laugh, who had kept them strong in the hardest of times. And yet, they had missed the signs. Had they been too focused on themselves? Too busy trying to keep the team together? They couldn't shake the feeling that they had failed Jisung when he needed them the most.

The door creaked open, and their manager stepped inside. His face was as strained as theirs, but he said nothing. His presence alone was a reminder that they had to go home, at least for the night. It wasn't easy for any of them to leave, but there was nothing else they could do. Jisung was in capable hands, and as much as they wanted to stay, they needed rest.

"We'll be back in the morning," their manager said softly, almost as if he didn't want to disturb the fragile quiet. It was clear he didn't want to force them to leave, but it was for the best.

None of them spoke as they left the hospital. Their manager's car was quiet, only the faint sound of the tires on the road breaking the stillness. It wasn't until they reached the dorm that the full weight of the day crashed down on them.

Walking through the door of their dorm was like stepping into a different world. The familiar sounds of their shared space seemed too loud, too normal, and it only made the emptiness of Jisung's absence more pronounced.

But it wasn't just his absence, it was the mess. His room was untouched, a stark reminder of the chaos from the night before. The bed wasn't made. The clothes were scattered across the floor. There were empty bottles of water on his desk, papers littered on his bed, and the music equipment left out, as though he had been too tired to clean up after himself. The scene made everything hit harder. It wasn't just the hospital, it was here. It was the home he had shared with them, where they should've noticed something was wrong.

Minho walked into Jisung's room, his hands running over the back of the chair where Jisung's hoodie still hung. His heart clenched, guilt gnawing at him. How had they not noticed?

"This is all our fault..." Hyunjin muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes were red from lack of sleep, his shoulders slumped in a way they never had been before. They had always been there for each other, but they had failed him in the most important way. They hadn't been there when he needed them the most.

Felix stood at the doorway, his hands gripping the frame like it was the only thing keeping him standing. "We left him alone. We... we should've known."

"We couldn't have known," Chan said, but his voice cracked. "We didn't know he was hiding this."

They stood in the doorway of Jisung's room, paralyzed by the scene in front of them, the guilt growing heavier with every passing moment.

Their manager, standing behind them, sighed. "You need to do something. You can't keep sitting here. Jisung wouldn't want that."

They nodded without a word. There wasn't anything they could do for Jisung right now - he was in good hands. But there was something they could do for him when he came home. They could make his room just like it was before. A place where he felt safe, where he could breathe, where he didn't have to hide his pain.

And so, they got to work. The silence of their actions was louder than words. Each member began to pick up the pieces of Jisung's room. Felix folded his clothes, Minho put the papers in order, and Chan, with quiet determination, straightened the bed. They moved with purpose, the weight of their guilt driving their every motion.

As they worked, they remembered Jisung's habits : how he always kept his music equipment organized, how he had a collection of snacks he would always share with them, how he would playfully complain when his room was too messy for his liking. They put everything back where it belonged, creating the space he used to call his own.

When they finished, Jisung's room looked the way it had before the shadows of his mind had overtaken him. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. Something to give him comfort when he came home.

The next few days felt like an eternity. Each member took turns visiting the hospital, not knowing what to expect but unable to stay away. The company had given them a few days off, allowing them to be there for Jisung without the pressures of their schedule. Their lives were suspended in this strange limbo, where nothing seemed to matter except for their friend.

They didn't talk to the fans. They didn't talk to anyone. The world outside of their small bubble didn't seem to exist anymore. It was just them and Jisung, their thoughts constantly wandering back to him. What had he felt? What had he gone through before it got this bad? Had he been planning it, or had he just been overwhelmed in a moment of desperation?

On the fourth day after the incident, they received a call from the hospital. Jisung had been taken off the ventilator, and he was breathing on his own. The doctors still weren't sure what kind of long-term damage he might have sustained, but for now, he was stable. And for the first time in days, the members could breathe again.

They rushed to the hospital, their hearts pounding in their chests as they waited for news. They hadn't seen him since that terrifying morning, and the idea of finally seeing him awake was both a relief and a source of anxiety.

It was late in the afternoon by the time they were allowed to see Jisung. The members stood outside his room, their faces a mix of hope and fear, wondering how he would be. How he would feel when he woke up. Would he remember? Would he be angry with them? Would he even want to see them?

Jisung's eyes flickered open slowly, as if the world was coming into focus piece by piece. He blinked, disoriented, and for a moment, he seemed to forget where he was. His eyes searched the room, and when they met Chan's, they stayed there for a moment longer than necessary.

"Hey," Chan whispered, stepping closer, his voice thick with emotion. "You're awake."

Jisung's lips parted, but no sound came out at first. Then, with effort, he whispered, "Why...?"

"Why what?" Chan asked gently, sitting beside his bed. His hand gently rested on Jisung's arm.

"Why did you... why did you have to save me?" Jisung's voice was faint, tinged with something unreadable.

Chan's heart broke at the question. He didn't know how to answer, but he didn't need to. "We're family, Jisung. You're never alone. We'll always save you."

Jisung looked up at the members standing around his bed, their faces a mix of relief and sadness. He could see the weight of their guilt in their eyes. And somehow, that made him feel worse. He didn't know if he should be relieved to be alive or angry at himself for putting his friends through all this pain.

His chest tightened, and for a moment, he thought he might cry, but no tears came. He didn't know what he was feeling, whether it was anger, relief, shame, or something else entirely. He only knew that he didn't have the strength to make sense of it yet.

The members stayed with him, talking softly, but all the while, Jisung couldn't shake the uncertainty in his heart. He didn't know what was going to happen. He didn't know if he was even happy to be alive.

But one thing was for sure - he wasn't alone anymore.

And with their help, maybe... he could find a way back from the darkness.

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