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Jisung Straykids - diabetes

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The dorm was silent, the kind of stillness that only comes in the dead of night. The faint hum of the city filtered through the windows, muted by the drawn curtains. Jisung stirred in his bed, his hand groping blindly for his phone on the nightstand as the faint vibration and muted alert of his Dexcom monitor woke him. The persistent alert wasn't new, but tonight it felt different.

His mind was foggy, his limbs heavy, and a slight chill ran through him. Hypoglycemia. He didn't need to think twice to know that his blood sugar had dipped. The numbers on his Dexcom app had been accurate all week, but now the monitor had expired. He cursed the timing under his breath.

He silenced the alert quickly, glancing to the other beds in the room. Hyunjin shifted slightly in his sleep but didn't wake. Changbin's quiet snores filled the room, and Jeongin's even breathing reassured him that no one else had stirred. Jisung didn't want to wake them – not for this.

Quietly, he reached for his glucometer on the nightstand, then moved to the closet to retrieve a new Dexcom monitor. The room was dark, but he knew it well enough to navigate without fumbling. Before leaving, he grabbed a pack of alcohol swabs from the bathroom and headed for the living room.

Once there, he finally turned on a soft light, the warm glow chasing away the shadows. He sank onto the couch and pricked his finger, his hands steady despite the haze in his head. The glucometer beeped softly, showing a reading of 58.

"Great," he muttered, standing to head for the kitchen. He grabbed a juice box and some crackers from the pantry and began eating on his way back to the couch. The sugar would take a little time to kick in, so he kept nibbling, determined to feel steady again before tackling the Dexcom replacement.

Minutes later, the fog started to lift. His hands felt less clammy, and his head cleared enough to focus. He reached for the Dexcom monitor. The expired one was on his left thigh, and he winced slightly as he peeled it off, discarding it onto the coffee table. He cleaned the site with one of the alcohol swabs before preparing the new sensor, deciding to place it on his stomach this time.

As he pressed the applicator to his skin, he braced himself. The small pinch of the needle felt sharper than usual, his body still sensitive from the hypoglycemia. He let out a quiet whine but quickly got through the process. The Dexcom was on, but he knew it would take a couple of hours to start sending readings.

Not wanting to risk anything, Jisung decided to check his blood sugar again manually. A quick prick to another finger showed a slight improvement – 65. It wasn't much, but it was progress. He sighed, deciding to give it another ten minutes before heading back to bed.

The clutter from the wrappers, glucometer strips, and the Dexcom applicator surrounded him on the coffee table. He glanced at it, knowing he'd clean it before heading to bed, but the lingering exhaustion pulled him under. He drifted off, slumping against the arm of the couch, his breathing steady as he fell into a light sleep.

Bangchan entered the dorm quietly around 3:30 a.m., his backpack slung over one shoulder. The faint light in the living room caught his attention, and he stopped mid-step when he saw Jisung on the couch.

The younger boy was slouched awkwardly, his head resting against the back of the couch. A blanket of crumbs littered the table, along with his glucometer and empty snack wrappers. Chan immediately understood.

He approached silently, his heart aching a little at the sight. Jisung looked peaceful now, but Chan could see the telltale signs of a rough night – the slight pallor to his face, the used glucometer strips, the discarded Dexcom packaging.