Suzy spoke, pausing where she stood, turning her body to face Chansung's who had stopped walking.  The rain had let up a little and only the drizzle of it remained.  Chansung's head tilted back, the drizzle feeling rather nice against his face that felt rather hot at the moment.  Chansung inhaled deeply, letting his head roll as he grumbled to himself, the dizzy feeling couldn't have been a good thing, but then again it could have been worse... Letting his head lower, he used his hands to brush away the soaking wet strands of hair that got in his face, his feet dragging against the ground, he had to keep up with Suzy, she had told him that they wouldn't be going much further.  And he believed her, especially since the four of them had finally came to the out skirts of the girl's small village.  Buildings aligned the edge of the forest in neat rows; it  wasn't anything like the towns near the castles, it was much smaller, definitely a village and something Chansung hadn't seen in years. 

'Chansung...  Are you alright?' 

Suzy's voice definitely caught him off guard, his body giving a tremble when she made her voice known.  He looked in the girl's direction, Suzy frowning heavily, when had both of them stopped walking?  Chansung ran a hand over his face now, what was wrong with him?  He wasn't really in any physical pain, but he sure did feel like he could collapse at any moment...  He felt very out of it, Suzy's figure that approached him so suddenly even causing him to stumble a little.  Now he knew something was off, his vision getting a little blurry,  his hand remaining on his forehead. 

'Now that you mention it, I feel rather off.' 

Chansung replied, Suzy placing both of her hands on his shoulders, holding him up as he swayed. 

'Something not right then.  The medicine should be taking  any pain like this away.' 

Suzy instructed, glancing in the direction that Fei had been heading, but she was long a head of the two, and really not much help to him anyways, not with JR needing more medicine and better medical care, she wouldn't be able to help Suzy if she needed the help.  Chansung couldn't help but sway again, Suzy managing to catch him; his world was spinning rather fast and his stomach churned like someone was grasping at his insides and tugging them hard.  

'S-Suzy move...M-Move.' 

Chansung instructed, Suzy not exactly budging at first; well not until Chansung shoved her out of the way, his stomach wrenching hard and whatever he had left inside was now being forced out as he fell to his knees, fingers and nails digging into the muddy ground as he coughed roughly. Suzy was at his side in a blink of the eye,  a hand resting  on his back, rubbing it soothingly, giving it a light pat, Chansung's stomach twisting horribly again, allowing his body to release that pain in the only way it knew how too.  He was trembling by the time he finished and he would have loved to just lay down somewhere other than in the rain and mud; he wished he could find the strength to stand up, but his legs for some reason felt like jello beneath him as he tried to stand up.  What the hell was wrong with him? Did she say the medicine was supposed to be preventing things like  this? 

'Ugh, don’t tell me your bodies rejecting the medicine!' 

Suzy announced, the palm of her hand meeting her forehead, Chansung lazily lifting his head, at least things weren't as blurry anymore, but with what Suzy was saying, he was sure it probably wouldn't last  long.  If his body was rejecting the medicine, he had no idea when the pain from earlier would return. 

'...  We need  to get you to Sunye quick, she'll know what to do more than me.' 

Suzy continued, already throwing Chansung's arm's over her shoulders, lifting him into a piggy back.  Chansung grunted rather loudly, but Suzy didn't seem to care; his weight was obviously no issue as the  girl moved swiftly down the made path, Fei was no where to be found, which meant she had to have already gotten to the house, but someone else was coming, jogging actually, the slight mist from  the drizzling rain making it hard to see, but Suzy picked up her feet to meet  the mysterious figure half way. 

'Suzy!  You need a little help?' 

Ailee asked, coming up to the other female who could only walk past her, her head turning just enough so Ailee could hear, 

'No, but I can't really stop, his body's rejecting the medicine and I am not going to be covered in some  nasty if he decides to get rid of whatever else is in that stomach of his.' 

Suzy stated, Ailee's eyes going wide as he moved to keep up with Suzy's footsteps, though they were practically jogging, they  still managed to hold some  type of conversation. 

'Rejecting the medicine?  But how?  The medicines altered to fit anyone!' 

Ailee spoke, her face turning from shocked to a little  confused, eyeing Chansung who eyes remained hidden behind soaked bangs, his head hanging so that his forehead rested on his arm.  Ailee zoned in on the man, brushing away the bangs and placing  a hand on his temple, his skin scorching hot. 

'Ouch, he's got a horrible fever!  This makes two sick, and one severely injured...  I can't say I wasn't expecting much, but I was actually expecting more...' 

Ailee spoke, they had finally made it to the house where Sunye stood outside waiting, her head covered with what looked  like a sheet.  She moved out of the way as Suzy darted in, Chansung's body had jerked rather hard, and she was sure she knew why, which is  the reason Chansung  was placed quickly on the ground, his stomach being clenched. 

'Bucket!!!' 

Suzy shouted, scrambling around to find  something, anything, her hands grabbing what felt like an empty bucket underneath  a nearby table.  It  was quickly shoved into Chansung's hands, the man saving no time to wait as he began what he had started not to long ago.  Suzy groaned heavily, turning away from him  and towards Sunye who had came in from the outside, her concerned face looking at Suzy for answers. 

'His bodies rejecting the medicine, well that's what I think, that's the only thing I can think of...' 

Suzy replied, Chansung coughing roughly, placing the bucket aside before finding a place that  was  comfortable enough  for him to just lay  down on.  Sunye puckering her lips, looking in Chansung's direction as he sprawled out on the floor, his cheek pressing against the ground.  He looked rather content and Sunye couldn't help but smile and chuckle. 

'Thankfully  that's not to big of a problem, nothing a little brew can't fix... Honey, is there anymore free beds?' 

Sunye asked, her husband poking his head from behind a curtain, his head nodding up and down, 

'We just got Junsu and that other man settled in, but Min just woke up and seems to be doing fine so I'm sure he can take her bed.' 

He responded, stepping out from behind the curtain just as Chansung had risen hastily from the  ground, his movements startling each and every person around him.  The fact that he was on his feet surprised even himself. The room was definitely spinning, but this man who stood in front of him had said Junsu's name... JUNSU'S name,  which meant he was here; alive...  

'You seem  to be very quick on your feet boy, where do you think you are running too in your condition.  You probably can't even  see  straight.' 

He Implied, and it  wasn't like he was lying, Chansung was definitely seeing two of this man, but he didn't care, he would push past this if he could get in there and make sure what had been said was true.  The prince was alive, but he wanted to make sure of that, he NEEDED to make sure of it. 

Staring wearily up at the man, trying his best not to stumble, his arms managing to lift so that he could push the other man out of the way, he seemed to go easily, and no one seemed to be protesting against his motives, a hand being placed on the wall as he made his way through the curtain.  He was sure he was going to have to make it on his own, but he felt a hand rest underneath his elbow and on his back.  His head only slightly turned to see the women from before helping him out.  This must of been Sunye, the one Suzy had been telling him about on the way here. 

She was smiling softly at him as she allowed him to lean a little of his weight on her; leading him to the back room where Chansung was greeted by more than one familiar face, each of them looking up the moment they walked in.  Taecyeon; who looked relieved more than angry when he saw Chansung. Wooyoung; obviously relieved and Min who only gave a sheepish smile.  Chansung blinked a few times, ridding his eyes of the blurriness, his eyes focusing in on the man on one of the beds who was now pushing himself up into a sitting position, both of their eyes meeting at the same time. 

'C-Chansung.' 

Junsu spoke, his face emotionless, his lips frozen open, and before any emotion could really play across his face, Chansung had left Sunye's aid and was over to the bed, uncaring whether someone would protest against his actions or not, his body crawling onto the bed and straight to Junsu, his arms wrapping tightly around Junsu's shoulders, pulling the prince close to him. 

'Y-You're alive... ALIVE!' 

Chansung chanted, holding Junsu closer, his face burying into his shoulders...  It didn't take long for Junsu to react, his own arms wrapping quickly around Chansung's body in return, hugging him just as tight to him. 

'C-Chansung...  I thought you were dead!' 

Junsu mumbled, Chansung unsure when exactly tears had ran down already soaked and burning cheeks, he was sure to be getting Junsu wet, he was so dry and warm, and Chansung was so wet and cold.  But he felt hot as tears streamed down his face.  Junsu pulled him away then, his lips forming a frown. 

'Chansung it's alright... Don't cry.' 

Junsu reassured, attempting to help wipe away the tears that spilled from the thief's eyes, 

'I thought I lost you Junsu... I was freaking the out!  I didn't want to lose you too.' 

Chansung practically sobbed, looking like a child as he gripped Junsu's shoulders, the tears unable to stop coming...  He couldn't help but think about the past now, what if somthing had happened to Junsu?  What if he had lost someone else that was important to him.  He met Junsu's eyes again, the other concerned; his head slightly tilting, his mouth opening to say something, but instead of speaking first, they formed a soft smile. 

'Well you don't have to worry anymore...  I'm alright thanks to Wooyoung, and these nice girls.'   

Junsu spoke, petting the top of Chansung's head again trying to wipe away the man's tears, though he wasn't sure exactly what was tears and what was just the water dropping from the man's soaked hair.  He was soaked from head to toe, and shivering slightly.  Junsu frowned, looking towards Sunye who didn't need to be told anything, a towel already in hand along with a pair of fresh dry clothing.

'Us ladies will leave so that Chansung can get dressed, I'll be back in a few minutes though with                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Sunye spoke, waving a hand at the girl's in the room, leading them all out, leaving only the men in silece.  Junsu had already begun ruffling Chansung's hair with the dry towel.  Wooyoung had approached them as well, tugging at Chansung's soaked clothing. 

'And here I was flipping because Junsu was sick, should have saved all that worry for you, you look so bad right now.' 

Wooyoung chuckled, Junsu pulling the towel away so that the soaking shirt could come off and the dry one would come on, the same being done for his pants; all of him finally redressed and placed under the covers next to Junsu, who of course didn't care, but even if he did, he was sure Chansung's grip on his hand would probably only tighten if someone where to try to move the man.  He was like a small child, but Junsu couldn't only laugh in his condition. His fingers running through Chansung's damp hair. 

The room had become empty after a while, Junsu, Chansung and that JR guy the only people in the room.  Sunye had come with a                  brew for Chansung,  the contents settling him into a comfortable sleep.  He was so warm now laying next to Junsu, who really       couldn't find any ounce of sleepiness now that he knew everyone he had worried about was now here with him.  He squeezed Chansung's hand, bringing it to his lips, giving it a gently kiss. 

 'I'm sorry I couldn't protect you properly.' 

Chansung's voice startled Junsu, the others eyes hadn't opened, but you could tell he was awake, a soft sigh being heard, their hands flipping so that the back of Junsu's was against Chansung's lips.  They felt so cold, they were almost like ice. 

'You have done nothing but protect me Chansung.' 

Junsu repsoned, just letting Chansung grip his hand tighter, his eyes fluttering open to meet Junsu's.  They were serious, but his pale skin and the light purple bags under his eyes made the look dull.  Junsu held his own serious face, he wasn't going to have Chansung thinking this was all his fault! 

'Junsu... I-I couldn't protect you properly... I shouldn't have let you go alone... This is, it's all my fault.' 

Chansung grumbled, receiving a pretty heavy tap from Junsu's face on his head, the man wincing, Junsu furrowing his eye brows. 

'This isn't your fault Chansung, you didn't choose for any of this to happen, what's done is done and we are all alive okay.' 

Junsu stated with his authority, Chansung's mouth open with a protest, but it was closed when Junsu placed a hand over it, his forehead pressing against Chansung's, his hand being removed. 

'You got what I said?' 

He asked, Chansung carefully shaking his head up and down...  What more could he do when he was getting that face?  Chansung released Junsu's hand, slipping it around his waist so that he could hold him better, his eyes closing again.  He could feel Junsu's breath against his cheeks, and he wanted to open his eyes again to see Junsu again, but he felt a warm pair of lips press against his cold ones. 

-- 

'Don't tell me you are going to be out of it too.' 

Wooyoung groaned, standing above Taecyeon who lye stomach down on the floor in front of the fire.  His eyes half lidded as he stared out into the orange and yellow flames.  Wooyoung gave him a simple nudge with his foot before stepping over the man, squatting down so that the knight's view of the fire was blocked.  He didn't seemed to be fazed though, Wooyoung puckering his lips, rolling his head, looking around the empty room, all the girl's and Sunye's husband had gone out to get a few supplies needed to help Junsu's and Chansung's fever, along with JR whose condition was pretty severe.  And well Min, Min had just wanted to tag a long instead of being stuck in the house with a bunch of men.  His head came back around to the front, eyes looking down at Taecyeon who sighed. 

Wooyoung lowered himself to the floor stomach down, cheek being pressed against it.  He could feel the heat from the back, but he ignored it, blinking lazily while staring at Taecyeon, who in turn was staring back. 

'Wooyoung.' 

Taecyeon began, Wooyoug placing a had over his ear to indicate that he was listening,  

'How much do you trust Chansung?' 

He asked, Wooyoung's mind going into a sort of thinking mode, how much did he trust Chansung?  Well he had to trust Chansung I guess you could say, he wasn't sure why though, but he did seem more like the type that knew what he was doing, JYP hadn't put him on this mission for no reason...  But that was besides the point here... 

'Well, I trust Chansung a lot.' 

Wooyoung responded, Taecyeon only nodding his head in return, his eyes closing for a moment before re opening them. 

'I think, Chansung was something the prince needed, something that I didn't know he needed.' 

Taecyeon babbled, Wooyoung puckering his lips again, 

'What ever do you mean?' 

Wooyoung asked, 

'I have to trust Chansung now...  So I wanted to make sure his companions trust him as well.' 

Taecyeon spoke, Wooyoung's lips twitching with amusement, scooting a little closer to Taecyeon, the knight scrunching his own

face up, only to wince when the wounds on his face stung from the unwanted movement, his hands covering his face a loud groan passing his lips as he rolled over and onto his back.  Wooyoung's face fell, 

'Is your wounds hurting you?  Want me to put more medicine on it?  Sunye left your medicine on the table just in case.' 

Wooyoung spoke, quickly pushing himself up on his feet and over to the table, Taecyeon was already sitting up, his hands not being removed from his face.  Wooyoung swiped the medicine into his hand and jogged back over to Taecyeon, squatting down in front of the knight, removing Taecyeon's hands from his face, the man's eyes brimmed with tears, his mouth a frown. 

'Aha, what is it with everyone crying today? First Chansung and now you?' 

He asked, covering his finger with a good amount of medicine before going to apply it to Taecyeon's face, the man squirming uncomfortably, but allowing Wooyoung to spread it on the wound. 

'I'm not crying, my wound is on the face so of course it going to cause my tear glands to water when nerves are messed with.' 

Taecyeon retorted, poking his bottom lip out in a pout, Wooyoung rolling his eyes, but applied only a little more to other areas before reclosing the bottle and standing back up to take it back to where he had found it.   

Taecyeon remained sitting on the ground, Wooyoung eventually returning to join him, his legs crisscrossing, a yawn passing his lips, his arms stretching over his head before relaxing. 

'Thank you for saving Prince Junsu.' 

Taecyeon stated, Wooyoung shrugging his shoulders, it really wasn't a big deal, plus if something had happened to Junsu...  God knows the state Chansung and Taecyeon would be in right now, and his boss would probably murder the both of them. 

'Can't have the kid dying on us.  We would live to see the next day.  And god knows the state you and Chansung would be in.' 

Wooyoung replied, Taecyeon nodding again, letting his head roll back. 

'So is it to late to apologize for kissing you and kneeing you in the stomach?' 

Taecyeon asked, obviously hiding red tinted cheeks, Wooyoung was grinning, because even though the incident had throughly pissed him off, but he couldn't deny that the kiss he had received was definitely soft and probably better then most females he had been with. 

'No, it's not at all. I have to say though, I didn't really mind the kiss at all.' 

Wooyoung responded, crossing his arms over his chest, Taecyeon instantly going stiff. 

'Wait WHAT?!'

Taecyeon squeeked, wincing again when his facial expressions twitched the wrong way, Wooyoung grinning with amusement before stand up, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

'Oh you heard me.'