Eunmi's POV:
My throat is beginning to feel suspiciously tight, each breath is harder to take than the last. As I stand bowing goodbye to the Prisms I can feel panic rising in my chest. By the time the last ones are almost out the door I can hear a whistling with my breath. Bathroom. That seems like a good idea. At least I won't have a panic attack in front of everyone if I leave now. As slowly as I can bring myself to, I rush to the door. The minute that I'm out of sight I run, stumbling down the corridor. A fog has begun to settle over my vision, the walls around me warp and shrink. But finally I make it to the toilets. The frigid water from the taps does nothing to help, and all I've managed to achieve in splashing myself is a wet shirt. The dizziness is increasing, I think that the lack of oxygen is finally getting to me. I sit down just in time to stop myself from getting to the floor by other means. Each time I breathe in it takes more of an effort, each time my lungs fill less and less. As black spots begin to dance in the corners of my vision I start to suspect that this is something other than anxiety or exhaustion.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that I need to get help, but for whatever reason I can't seem to figure out how to move. A noise in the distance interrupts my struggle, but I put it aside. The next thing I know I'm being pulled into someone's arms. It's Ying. She seems to be saying something, it takes a few moments for her words to compute.
"What happened? Is it the same as the other times?"
I muster what energy I have left to answer her.
"No. Different."
The room begins too fade even more rapidly, and suddenly I'm so cold. The muscles that were almost paralysed before start shivering, my entire body shakes with the force of it. I can't feel Ying anymore. I can't feel much of anything at all.
The lights are so bright. That's the first thing that I notice when I open my eyes. Silhouettes come into view, hovering above my head. They slowly gain clarity, and with them my hearing comes back. Paramedics, at least I think they are. I turn my head, only now noticing the stretcher beneath me. I think that they are talking to me, but I don't understand what they are saying. For a few moments I think that there's something wrong with my hearing, before I realise that they are simply speaking English. Suddenly another head pops into view, this one I understand.
"Mi! How are you feeling? talk to me so that I can translate for them." Ying's voice is filled with concern.
She proceeds to quiz me on every possible body part I could possibly list, from my toes to my ears. Finally when I can get a word in I ask what happened.
"They think it was a poison. That a sasaeng or anti fan must have slipped it into a gift. Was there anything that you've eaten or drunk? They need to identify the toxin."
I sit up. Or at least I try to. Somehow before now I didn't realise how much everything hurt. The moment I get my head even a few centermeters off the pillow the room starts to spin. Giving up, I rack my brain for an answer.
"There were a few things...." My thoughts drift back to the meet, until finally one particular girl comes to mind. "I think that perhaps it was that one drink though."
Ying's eyes widen, before she races off. Moments later she returns with the bottle in hand. There's a couple of lines of hurried conversation before the paramedics take it off her. Then again she turns to me translating for them.
"They're going to take you to the hospital, they say that you need to stay overnight so that they can treat you properly."
I'm about to agree when I remember where I am, that there's a concert in less than three hours. I can't let the Prisms down just because one person did the wrong thing. Quickly I sit up, ignoring the pain and my swimming vision.
"No, look I'm fine for now. Let me stay for the concert, I'll go to the hospital after."
This time the debate with the paramedics lasts a little longer before my favourite manager, Yoonseok, turns to me.
"Ok, I'm not really happy with your decision, but ok. You aren't allowed to dance though and you'll stay seated, that's my final offer." His face is set in a stern expression, not something that I see often.
The next few hours pass quickly. For the first twenty minutes or so the paramedics finished up before leaving. But after that it just passed as the usual pre-concert blur of nerves. With less than an half an hour to go I start to warm up my voice, at least this time I won't have to stretch? I'm halfway through a verse when my phone begins to buzz madly. Picking it up I see a steady flow of notifications appearing on the screen. I look closer.
'Ambulances seen outside Etihad Stadium after Refract fan meet'
'Speculation about injured idols -Refract with paramedics?'
'Fans claim that Ari of Refract appeared to be sick'
'Will Ari be participating in tonight's concert'
The list goes on and on. The notifications are popping up without rest. I try to scroll to the bottom but I can't even get close. Suddenly my phone is snatched away. Looking up I see Gyuri standing over me.
"Don't worry, they're not saying bad things. They're just worried." She turns off my phone and tosses it back into my lap before striding off. Despite Gyuri's gruff way of showing it, her caring calms me.
I go back to my warm ups and before I know it it's time. Joohee and Mijin take my arms, guiding me onto the stage and to the stool prepared. I make myself comfortable, taking in the sea of light sticks surrounding us. As I look I raise my hand to greet them, a smile forming on my lips. Somehow every time that I do this it still make me so happy, each time is more incredible than the last. As I lower my hand I hear something around me. Slowly it gains volume, getting louder and louder. Finally I can make out the words of the chant clearly.
"ARI WE LOVE YOU!! FIGHTING!!!"
I can feel a tear forming in the corner of my eye, it always astounds me how much they care.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
So lately I've been watching ALOT of live stages and I've been really noticing the fan chants. So this chapter I dedicated to everyone in a fandom (literally all of us 😂).
Question of the week:
If you could meet and talk to any one person alive or dead (no fictional characters though - if we include them there's no way that I could pick) and completely understand them, who would it be?
I would love to meet either Namjoon or Jonghyun, I just find them both so inspirational and there is so much that I would love to ask them and talk to them about.
See you next week 😘😘
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