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Her trembling, long, and thin finger felt heavy like a gun against Yeosang's chest. His breath got stuck in his throat as soon as he noticed two pair of eyes laying on his face: Joo-Hyuk and Kihyun's. The youngest male panted, finding himself floored by her gesture. As Yeosang was about to reply, Jieun's body started convulsing and small whimpers left her pretty lips. Panic took control over Joo-Hyuk's body, let alone how Yeosang was feeling at that moment. Apparently, the only calm one was Kihyun, which was encouraging, since he was studying Medicine and dreamt to become a doctor. The youngest male hoped he knew what to do.

Despite his strong will to scream against Yeosang, scolding him for having given those pills to Jieun, Kihyun's brain shooed away those thoughts and focused on his next move.

"She needs to go to the hospital!"

Exclaimed Yeosang, already pulling out of his pocket his phone. Kihyun wasn't sure whether to bring her to the hospital or not, even if she really needed it. Then, he thought about it a second longer, before snatching the device away from Yeosang's grip, immediately earning a disapproval expression by him.

Kihyun shook his head as he pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Not a chance. Doctors would start asking us questions and we don't have answers. Plus, they probably wouldn't know how to deal with her."

Joo-Hyuk frowned, not understanding what the blond male's point was. Jieun was clearly sick, why wouldn't the doctors be able to treat her?

"What do you mean?"

He, then, asked. Kihyun's worried expression disheartened the two friends, who were hanging from his lips since he was the only one who knew what she had. The oldest male wasn't a hundred percent sure about his ad-lib medical analysis, despite the obvious symptoms that could only lead to that way.

Voluntarily ignoring Joo-Hyuk's question, the blonde male bit his lower lip, caught in frustration as he thought about the different possibilities that could help her feel better.

"Let's take her to your place."

Declared Kihyun to Yeosang as he stood up to throw every paper, book and his laptop in his backpack. When he noticed that both of his friends didn't move from where they were, he snapped.

"Quick! We have to take advantage of the lunch break to avoid any kind of attention!"

And, with that said, he threw his backpack on his shoulder and walked towards the door, sneaking his head in the spilt to check if the hallways were free.

When he turned around, Yeosang rushed to pick his bag and Jieun's while Joo-Hyuk helped the girl standing up. She was weak, her eyes were having a hard time remaining open, her breath was heavy, and her skin pale like a rag and coated with a thick layer of cold sweat, in spite of her steaming body.

Jieun couldn't even manage to stand and walk with Joo-Hyuk holding her figure. The black-haired male, then, decided to throw her on his back and apologizing to Yeosang as he stepped outside the library, followed by the youngest male, who found Joo-Hyuk's behaviour amused. Yeosang wasn't angry or bothered, after all, it was an emergency.