Today should have been a good day. A positive day. We were learning to save lives.

Instead, all I could think about was almost losing one. Yunho collapsing after drinking from that bottle, eyes wide with fear, is one memory I've relived too many times to count. I didn't want to go there again, but when the instructor talked about poisoning... well... all I could see in my head was the vibrancy that's Yunho. The big smile, the bigger moves, the whole boatload of enthusiasm... imagining that gone is...

I suppose push-ups are an adequate punishment for zoning out in the middle of the class and not paying attention.

They were a good distraction, too.

Lower, breathe, push up, repeat.

Push-ups: the Kim Jaejoong patent remedy when things get on top of me. How the instructor knew I have no idea... but it's still working as well as it always has.

And for that I'm grateful.

A/N: I've been gagging to find a place for one of my favourite pictures of all time. And a drabble about First Aid is as good a place as any. Not sorry. :-)