Fixing Us

Chapter 2: Passing Out

"They sound really good. I'm surprised we've not heard them or met up with them before." Minae speaks as we watch BTS perform from the tv in our dressing room later that night.

"Yeah, Saejing. Aren't you supposed to be the one in charge of making sure that we're getting out there with other bands and such? You should discuss with them who their leader is and see if you can set something up for all of us to hang out. They seem like cool people to be around." Jingsah responds. I just roll my eyes, taking a sip of the clear liquid in my water bottle.

"It's not like I've exactly had all the time in the world, Jingsah. Besides, they're signed with BitHit Entertainment. It was easier to get things set up with Stray Kids and BlackPink these last couple years because they're signed with JYP just like us." I reason with her, still plenty sober enough to be having any type of conversation.

"Yeah but it wouldn't be a bad idea to start reaching out to people outside the company. Besides, you'd have had plenty of time this last month if you weren't busy working the shit out of your body." Sohjae argues. Sighing, I ruffle my hair.

"I'll see what I can do. Okay? That's all I can promise." I finally give it. It's not like I had much a choice.

Watching the band continue their performance, my eyes widen when I recognize one of their singers. Though, a frown is placed on my lips as I watch his body mildly tremble with every movement he makes.

"Jiminie..." I murmur with worried eyes as I watch them. Thankfully, the others don't hear me. Biting my lip as I continue watching him move, I don't know how nobody sees how much he's struggling with a lack of energy.

Shaking my head, I stand up and head out of the room. My pace is a quick walk as I head down the hall towards where the stage is at. This place has never had great first response times when someone's hurt, and by the way his body was shaking, I'm extremely doubtful he'll finish the performance.

Sure enough, I'm almost to the stage entrance when I hear a thud and hundreds of gasps. Eyes widening, my walk turns into a sprint as I rush towards the stage. Seconds later, the music is cut and when I get view of the stage, he's lying on the ground. If possible, I run faster and run out on stage.

I don't care about all of the others that spot me as I race out, all of the fans and haters and all the other shit. I just barely manage to stop myself in time as I reach the familiar boy, dropping to my knees as I rush first to check his pulse. It's a little bit slower than I know it should be since he's clearly over worked himself, checking next his temperature to make sure it's not just that he's sick.

The other members stand around fearful as they watch me. I quickly pull his mic off of him, unhooking the wires and tossing the device up to any one of them. Biting my lip in worry, I scoop the dark haired boy into my arms before standing, making sure that he's leaned up against me.

"Is he going to be okay?" One of them asks fearful. I don't answer as I move fast to get the poor boy off stage. As I find a table to lay him on, I instruct for anyone to call an ambulance. Pulling my jacket off, I put it under his head before pulling his jacket off him. The sorrow that floods my body when I see some newer scars and still healing cuts on his arms and shoulders is overwhelming but I say nothing. Ignoring the fact that his bandmates are stood around me, I pull his tank top up next to confirm there's nothing there.

"Someone go get a towel and wet it down with cold water please." I instruct next. Looking down at him worriedly, I gently push his hair from his forehead. Within a minute, I've got a cold wet towel being handing to me before I wrap it up and lay it on his forehead.

"Is he going to be okay?" One of them asks again. Taking a deep breath, I bite my lip and nod my head.

"He should be. But he needs to be watched over at the moment to make sure his pulse returns to normal. It's slow at the moment. There's also a possibility he has a concussion from having fallen and hit his head. Though, doctors aren't going to like the sight of his arms either. They may end up taking a look into that depending on how much attention they pay towards that." I answer, keeping my eyes on the boy unconsciously laying on the table. Rolling my eyes, I feel my phone ring.