Suho and the sea

Twenty Two

Junmyeon:

I rub my face trying to feel relaxed, the doctor told us that Sehun had mixed up his medication, and they were relieved that he had been brought in quickly.

"This secret is killing us, you know," Jongin said, beside me, only Jongin knew. "Well, we just have to keep it to ourselves as long as Sehun demands." As I lean back in my chair, "Lily isn't stupid, though," Jongin said: "We should tell her." I look at him, I know he's right, but it's not up to us.

Flashback: Six months ago

"Sehun, you coming?" I asked as I walked into the dressing room; he was lying on the couch with his eyes shut. It looked like he was sleeping; it wasn't until I got around the table. I saw the vomit on the floor. "Y'all coming?" Jongin asked as I hurried over to Sehun's side: "Shut the door." I snarled, and Jongin complied.

I check his pulse, and it seemed low, and I pulled Sehun up on my back and made Jongin lead me out the back, ones in a car, I had the driver take us to the hospital, saying Sehun was a little too drunk. Sehun wasn't a drinker, nor was this very like him to pass out and throw up like this. My worry was already on high alert.

The doctor took him inside quickly and did a check upon him. I let Jongin take over the control to lie to the other members. As I paced the outside the room, Sehun was suddenly rolled out, and the doctor said he needed an MRI, and Sehun seemed to be conscious enough and spoke softly not to worry.

But how could I not? He was like my little brother, and of course, I was going to be worry. Sitting on a chair and not know what deafening. Jongin placed his hand on my shoulder. He didn't need to say anything, and I knew he meant not to worry too. When Sehun returned to the examination room, I sighed with relief, and he was gone for not too long. Thankfully.

"Junmeyon..." Sehun said as he was being rolled into the room on the bed. He was finally fully awake again. I get over to his side as he continues: "Stay with me?" I nod, ready for being whatever support I need to be.

Inside the examination room, I sit down next to Sehun, he's looking better already. Maybe it was just nothing, maybe I worried too much in my head?

I take Sehun's hand, and he grabs mine gently. "It's not looking good." the doctor says when he sits down. I start to squeeze Sehun's hand harder, but he's not giving off any reaction: "Well, what is it? "I ask as Sehun remains quiet.

"It's a tumor in his brain." I could feel my heart drop," he can come back from that right? " I ask quickly, and my breathing comes out quicker, I'm feeling rushed and confused.

"The state of things is good, but he's going to be sick for quite some time." The doctor said gently. Sehun didn't say a word still: "What can we do?" I ask, starting to get stressed that Sehun isn't saying anything. "Well, by the looks of it, it's too small to operate on yet, so have to wait, if it grows it can be operated on, we want to start Chemo, but because we cant see if it's benign or not it's going to hard to know the results." He said very softly and clear to us. "And if it's doubled in size within the year, we can remove it, but it would be a guessing game, we need just to keep checking on it if it grows, or not." The doctor said, and I feel like this whole thing is a cosmic joke: "So you can't do anything?" I end up asking, "We can give him pain medication, for now, starting chemo now could be more dangerous than helpful, and thankfully it was caught early on." The doctor said: "This is not helpful, though." I state and am slightly angry at this conversation.

"This is where he's lucky to have you because he'll need a lot of help." The doctor said: "While we wait for his next visit, he'll need your support." The doctor said, and I narrow my eyes at him. "Because its located in the brain, Sehun will suffer from very scary headaches like today, loss of memory, epileptic seizures, and he will get sick." I felt a panic growing now, knowing the pain Sehun was going to endure. "He could pass out or like have a fever can go several ways with him, passing out, throwing up, or go away of itself." The doctor talked on, and I looked at Sehun, who was scary, calm.

"Mr. Oh, we can come up with a plan this instant for how to treat it." the doctor said: "We can start Chemo, but because it's a gamble I wouldn't recommend it, wait a bit for the surgery and then do chemo, Id do that, but it's up to you."

"Waiting." Sehun says low, and I look at Sehun, confused: "What do you mean?" I say out loud: "Can we wait three months?" Sehun asked: "What you mean, wait?"

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[Sehun's pov]

I've known for my illness for a while now. I've hidden it well; it's been more than close to a year. But with promotions and concerts, and not wanting to leave my family, I've pulled myself from getting my treatment. But now Suho knows, which is a relief in itself. But I also know Suho will push for the procedure.

"Let me finish these concerts and promotions, and I'll do the treatment over the summer," I said, and Suho looked confused, but he seemed to calm down. "Is there any way to get painkillers for the headaches?" I asked, and the doctor nodded: "Each headache is different, so they will. Most likely subdued, but not take away completely." The doctor said, and I nod, anything better than the pain I usually feel.

The pills I was given was pretty hardcore. But Suho was fuming in the car. I could tell he was angry, but to me, finishing the tour and the promotion for my show was more important. I was under strict contracts, so taking a leave of absence wasn't possible. I thought Suho would understand. But he's mad at me, fine I understand his anger towards me, but at least can't he respect my choice? Either way, I'll win him over in the end. Like I always manage to do.

Now:

Suho:

"You can take him home, but make sure he has his fluids." As I watch Sehun's face, the doctor said he's looking way better than before the summer, but the fact that I'm scared. I know he knows I am. And it doesn't matter how much I try to hide it from him. He knows me well enough to know that I am. While Jongin has been on Sehun's side all along, I have been a worried dad.

Sehun falls asleep in the car back, Jongin is driving, and I have Sehun's head on my shoulder. "What can we do?" I mumble; "I don't know man, Sehun needs to decide himself." Jongin muttered from the front seat: "I thought he was getting better." I mumble, and Jongin stops the car in front of the house: "Man Cancer isn't something that disappears overnight, it will take a year at least to fully recover, if not more." Jongin said, his sanity is competing with my insanity. "You're right, but this secret, can we really keep it much longer? Chan and Chen have started to pay attention more, soon they will know." And Jongin turns: "Y should know though... If anything, she's quite sane, and realistic also she can manage his schedule better." I shook my head, forgot about her for a minute, and now I'm in more pain.