Jisung was deep asleep, the medicine was kicking in inside his veins. He felt light as if he was floating, he didnt know were he was or what time it was. The concept of time and place were gone and he felt ... nothing.

The boys found different places around the small room and just waited. The doctor told them that Jisung's condition was going to get better but they just needed to see him wake up to belive him. The boy was laying motionless on the clinic's bed, face too pale just like the blanket he was wrapped in and just so drained. They could see now how tired Jisung was, there were dark circles under his eyes and they seem to sunk in his face, his breaths slow and shallow. They felt bad, especially Chan. He knew je should have stopped the boy when he first found out he wasn't feeling so good. It shouldn't have gone this far.

They spent the night there. Some of them leaning into someone else for support. Some fell asleep others just dozed off for few minutes, they were tired too, they needed to rest. Chan set on a chair next to his rapper, never letting go of his hand and couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.

During the night, Jisung's fever went down a little it's still a bit up but at least it's getting better. His vitals were improving and his heart beats back to normal. He was glad that his little brother was doing better. He felt sorry and prayed to God that he would wake up soon and take him home.

It was at around 9 am when Jisung fel