Jongin was worried about Yixing. At first the cut on his hand just looked like it was going to sting for a while then scab over and be better. After they woke up from the sleeping gas attack, Yixing had been slow and lethargic. He looked pale and kept favoring his hand. Now he was laying on the bed, sweating some while he slept.

“Do you think he’s sick?” Kyungsoo asked, watching Yixing like Jongin was. Jongin nodded in response and then crawled over Yixing to grab at the hand that had been cut before. Before Jongin could stabilize himself though, Yixing rolled over and grabbed Jongin. Gasping, Jongin fell over and watched at Yixing then clung to him, snuggling his head against his chest.

“Uhh Yixing?” Jongin asked, looking towards the other who was clinging to me. “Aigoo you’re burning up…” Jongin said, sitting up some and grabbed the hand that was cut. Tugging away the covering piece of shirt, Jongin hissed, seeing that the cut definitely looked sickly. Wrinkling his nose, Jongin then ripped more of his shirt and wrapped it around Yixing’s cut, not really sure what more to do with him.

“I think his cut got infected…” Jongin said, trying to then pull away, only for Yixing to curl up some and cling to Jongin more. Sighing, Jongin then turned towards the vents as best he could, unable to move any closer. “How are you guys coming down there?” Jongin asked, trying to get a status update on those picking locks. For a few seconds, Jongin waited in silence, feeling as Kyungsoo was fidgeting nervously nearby but not saying anything.

About to ask louder this time, he suddenly got a response back. “I think we’re close. Luhan is…it seems he’s almost there.” One of the voices said b