Her Dramarama

Flu Season

From the time the phone went dead and I was opening the front door, everything was a blur. I remember trying to figure out what it was, trying to decide what I needed to do? Was I going to need to take him to the hospital or would he have to just ride it out? Was it something he could ride out? Why did Jooheon sound so scared, surely with the tone of his voice it had to be more than a simple flu, oh god what was I about to walk in to? When the door was open I heard footsteps running to greet me. It was Kihyun.

"Tsuki... um. Hyunwoo is upstairs in his room. I offered to wait here for you, everyone else is already at the Starship building." I was reminded for a split second of our moment this morning. No, I don't have time for this. I waved my hand at him wanting him to step aside, I needed to get to Hyunwoo. "Tsuki... can we talk first, or after, I can wait for you?" I caught my breath, what was he thinking. Hyunwoo was more important than our broken relationship at the moment. But my glare didn't phase him. "Tsuk..." I lost it.

"Aniya! Kihyun. I don't have time for you right now! Now get out of my way!" With that, I pushed him out of my way with all of my strength and ran towards the stairs.

Hyunwoo's room was at the end of the hall, I stopped myself from bursting into the room and slamming the door, remembering that he was still my elder. Maybe only by a few years, but I still needed to respect him. I knocked, hoping he would respond before Kihyun decided to follow. The response was weak, I almost didn't even hear it. I opened the door just a crack and peeked in.

The lights were off, the room almost pitch black. There was only one bed unlike the other rooms. It was fairly picked up, and looked like it was usually a very clean room. But right now, a pungent stench wafted throughout the room. With the light from the hallway I saw his silhouette, laying on the bed with his covers kicked to the end, wearing only boxers. Looking for the root of the stench I saw the bucket next to his bed, almost overflowing with a substance that I did not want to get close to. I grew up an only child, only one parent, and very few friends. Because of that I never really had to help people when they were sick and I never worried about it. I had my Dad taking care of me, when I got sick he would take off of work and be by my side the whole time, making sure to keep my clean and comfortable. I started trying to think of the things that he would have done for me and prayed that they would help Hyunwoo.

"Hyunwoo-Oppa. Are you okay?" I asked, letting myself slip into the room, leaving it cracked for the light. He grunted, lifting his arm before letting it fall back down. I let myself walk over to the bed, being sure not to stare at his body, nearly naked, shaking. I got to the edge and noticed the bathroom off to the side, I figured the first thing to do is to get the bucket emptied out. I didn't think it could carry another spurt. "I'm going to clean this out for you Oppa. Just yell for me if you need it before I'm done." I waited for him to nod before very carefully taking the bucket into the bathroom. I quickly dumped its contents into the toilet, then began washing the bucket itself out in the shower. When I heard his moan, I nearly tripped over myself, rushing into room to practically throw the bucket under him just in time. As he lay there, body convulsing, leaning over his bed, I sat next to him, rubbing his back. His body was covered in sweat and shaking. After the puking itself was finished he dry heaved a few more times before collapsing back onto the bed.

I lifted my hand to his forehead, feeling for his temperature, and resisted the urge to pull it back. God he was so hot, and I wasn't talking about his looks. His face was scrunched as if he were in excruciating pain. I let my hand trail down and caress his face, wiping off sweat and whatever else sat there. I sighed, getting up again to rinse out the bucket and wash my hands. When I set the bucket back down I saw that his face had relaxed, he had finally fallen asleep. I looked down at him, wanting to pull the blankets up but afraid that they would add just enough heat to make him uncomfortable and wake him up.