SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

Joshua | Fever Part IV

As they made their way to the van, the cool air of the hallway hit Joshua's face, but it did little to clear the haze that clouded his mind. The ride to the hotel was a blur, with Joshua drifting in and out of consciousness, his thoughts incoherent as the exhaustion from the day and the toll on his body caught up with him.

When they arrived at the hotel, they made sure he was escorted inside safely and to his room. They helped him lie down, tucking him in carefully, and made sure everything he needed was within reach.

Seungcheol sat at the edge of Joshua's bed for a moment, watching as he slowly closed his eyes, his body finally able to rest. "Get some sleep, okay?" Seungcheol whispered, brushing a lock of hair from Joshua's forehead. "We'll be right here."

The others slowly filed out of the room, giving Joshua space to rest, but their eyes were all full of the same worry. They had seen their friend go through so much without asking for help, and they vowed to make sure he got the care he needed. As they closed the door behind them, their thoughts lingered on Joshua, wishing for him to heal quickly, and to never feel like he had to carry the weight alone again.

The room was dimly lit, and the only sounds Joshua could hear were the quiet hums of the hotel air conditioning and the soft breathing of Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who were asleep on the couch. The faint flicker of moonlight through the window made everything feel eerily still. He shifted slightly in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position, but a sudden wave of nausea hit him.

His stomach churned, and the familiar feeling of dizziness washed over him, stronger than before. His throat burned, and he felt an overwhelming urge to throw up. Panic set in for a moment, and Joshua tried to control the sensation, but it was futile. The nausea was too much to ignore, and before he could even call out for help, his legs wobbled beneath him.

He gripped the edge of the bed, willing himself to stand, but the world spun in front of him. His vision blurred, and for a brief moment, he thought he might collapse right there. But the urge to get to the bathroom overpowered everything else.

With shaky hands and uncertain steps, he stumbled towards the bathroom. His head felt heavy, each movement more difficult than the last. The dizziness made it feel like the floor was swaying beneath him, and he had to clutch the walls just to stay upright. The pain in his stomach grew sharper, and Joshua fought to keep his balance as he made his way across the room.

He finally reached the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before the contents of his stomach surged out. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, and Joshua bent over the toilet, his body trembling from the effort of trying to hold himself steady. It felt like everything inside him was coming out in a rush, and his throat burned as the nausea took over.

As he leaned there, struggling to catch his breath, Joshua's vision continued to blur, the room spinning around him. His body felt like it was betraying him, but he couldn't stop-he just wanted to get through it.

After what felt like an eternity, the vomiting subsided. Joshua sat back on his heels, exhausted and drained, his hands still gripping the edges of the toilet as he tried to regain some sense of composure. His body was still weak, and he felt every muscle ache as he took shallow breaths. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his feverish skin felt hot to the touch.

Joshua didn't know how long he sat there, but his body refused to cooperate, leaving him feeling helpless. His mind was foggy, and all he could focus on was the exhaustion that weighed on him.

After a few more moments, he managed to push himself to his feet, still holding onto the sink for support. He wiped his mouth, but the nausea lingered, a reminder of how fragile he felt.