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When he hears the crashing sound echo throughout the room, Team feels his soul leave his body.
He doesn’t know what has happened, but he knows by the dull silence that it can’t be anything good.
His mind goes completely blank, letting the fresh set of clothes and the bottled water slip out of his hands as he rushes to his boyfriend’s side.
As he had expected, the sight he is greeted with when he walks into the bathroom is extremely terrifying.
Win is laying on the ceramic tiles, cheek pressed flat against the ground, body completely slack.
He looks like a lifeless ragdoll.
As he gets closer, Team feels like he’s going to be sick.
The scene reminds him of a very traumatic event from his childhood.
He tries to shake the negative images away as he steps into action, walking up to a motionless Win.
"Hia!" He cries out as he kneels down, bringing a hand to one of his feverish cheeks. "Hia! Win! Baby…" He says the third name in a softer tone, worry filling his stomach as he grabs the unconscious boy by the shoulders and shakes him softly.
Win’s mouth is set in a hard line and even in his sleep, his forehead is puckered in pain.
Team can’t help but wonder if Win has banged his head when landing, praying with all his heart that it isn’t the case.
"Hia…Please wake up. I-I don’t know what to do…I don’t know what to do…" Team says, panic really setting in.
He reaches for his cellphone in his back pocket, opening the screen with shaky hands. He drags his trembling fingers across the keypad, getting ready to call emergency services. He does not quite see the numbers correctly, tears burning his eyes and blurring his vision.
He is completely dragged out of his daze when he hears a sudden sharp intake of air break the sickening stillness.
"Hia! " He immediately throws himself at him, phone falling onto his lap, completely forgotten.
Win’s eyelashes bat in attempt to shake himself out of his dizziness. He tries to sit up, not understanding why he is suddenly laying on the floor, but Team is quick to hold him by the shoulders, making him lay back down. Team grabs the towel from his previous shower, which is still resting on the rim of the bathtub, folding it in three and slipping it under Win’s head.
He no longer wants his boyfriend to feel uncomfortable.
"T-Team…? What happened…?" Win mutters in complete confusion, covering his eyes with his hands in attempt to block out the strong lights that are shining from the ceiling.
Team feels a wave of relief wash over him as he hears Win’s voice.
"Shh…Shh…It’s okay. You’re okay. Y-You fainted Hia…You need to rest now…You really need to rest…" Team states, blinking away his tears and wiping them with the sleeves of his hoodie. "I was so scared…so…so scared…"
Win gently closes his eyes and lets out a groan, trying to calm the hammering against his temples.
"Hia…Did you hit your head?" Team questions, inspecting his scalp by moving his blond strands away with the tip of his fingers.
"I-I don’t remember…" Win admits, feeling completely defeated.
"Hia, I-I think we should go to the hospital. "
That’s enough to pull Win right back into the present moment.
"Team…No…There’s no need. It has happened before... Multiple times. " Win promises, distress filling his tone. "I-I just want to get in bed and cuddle with you…"
Team rubs at his eyes, sniffling helplessly.
"A-Are you sure…? How did I not know that you had fainted many times in the past? " Team questions, hating this day in the deepest of his core.
Win looks up at him sadly, cheeks flushed with fever and Team’s heart stops when he notices that his orbs are filled with tears.
"P-Please trust me, Team. I-I need you to trust me… " He demands, voice cracking along the way.
Team’s mind is screaming at him to disagree.
To tell Win that he’s being extremely irresponsible.
But instead, he remains silent, helping Win in a sitting position and pulling him in the strongest of hugs.
That’s when everything really falls apart.
The contact of Team’s body against Win’s sends him some sort of electric current, feeling his guard break as their foreheads press together.
Before he even realises what is happening, Win can no longer control his tears.
The blonde clenches his jaw, pressing his nose into Team’s shoulder blade as he lets a cry escape his throat.
The mix of pain, humiliation and exhaustion are now too much to handle.
Team only squeezes Win harder against him, worry taking all the place in his mind.
"Hia…What’s happening? Talk to me…" Team says without ever breaking their embrace, cradling Win’s head protectively into his chest and gently caressing his nape.
Win wheezes, gripping at the back of Team’s shirt and squeezing the fabric between his fingers.
"I’m so tired…I’m just so tired Team…" Win utters, pushing his face deeper into Team’s chest, struggling to hold a steady posture.
Team’s heart breaks even more, wishing so badly that he could take Win’s pain away.
"Shh…I’m here Hia…I’m right here. " Team continues to hold his boyfriend protectively, knowing that his main priority is to get him in bed and make him drink some water, wanting to avoid dehydration at all costs.
Win helplessly whimpers for a little while longer, simply taking in all the love he is receiving.
Team rubs his back, making sure that he knows how safe he is in his presence.
When Win’s snivels finally seem to calm down, Team very slowly breaks their hug, standing up while taking both of Win’s hands in between his own to help him stand.
Win puts all his weight onto Team, unable to hold himself up on his own from how weak he is currently feeling.
"The shower can wait. Let’s just get you changed from these soiled clothes and in bed. " Team explains as he starts to take a few slow steps, guiding Win to his queen-sized mattress. "That’s it Hia…Slowly…You’re doing amazing. " He keeps encouraging him along the way.
Win on the other hand drags his feet against the ground, head hanging low. He feels completely disconnected from the world around him. His migraine seems to be getting worst by the minute and he doesn’t quite understand why the pain hasn’t died down a little by now. He remembers his mom taking care of him whenever it happened back when he was a child, but from what he can remember, this is definitely the worst one.
Team helps him get into bed and grabs the comfortable pants that had fallen to the ground earlier. He gently lays Win down, leaning just enough to press a kiss onto his forehead. Team doesn’t like the heat radiating from under his lips, knowing that it means that his boyfriends fever is still going strong. He tries to ignore all his worries for now, working on getting Win out of his bile stained pants instead. He pulls at the hem of his joggers to pull them down and immediately helps him into the new set.
Win is grateful, but he doesn’t find the proper words to tell him.
His brain does not seem to be collaborating.
"Please just take a sip of water Hia…After you can go to sleep. I’ll get someone to bring us the right medicine while you rest. " Team explains, helping the bottle to Win’s lips.
Win sits up with all his remaining will, swallowing a few drops of water while trying to ignore how even more nauseous the liquid made him feel.
"Now sleep Hia. It will already hurt less when you wake up. I just know it. " Team says, optimistic. He pulls the blankets onto Win, wrapping him tightly into the duvet. He also makes sure to puff up the pillow for his head.
Eventually, Team storms off to close the lights, before rushing back to his Hia’s side.
"Team…I’m so cold…" A horse voice whispers in the dark.
The youngest lays down right by his side, pulling him close enough for his head to rest onto his shoulder. He gently starts running his hands up and down his back, attempting to warm him up.
"It’ll be okay Hia…Close your eyes."
It’s an action Win immediately compels to, exhaustion and pain winning over his body.
Team sighs as he feels Win relax in his arms, his tremors calming down into occasional shivers.
Once Team is convinced that Win is asleep, he grabs the phone that he had earlier put aside, one thought haunting him.
Is fainting with a migraine something that had really happened to Win in the past?
Or is it a true source of concern.
Team drags his fingers along his multiple contact numbers, attention stopping at one very specific name.
He takes a deep inhale before pressing on the contact number and bringing the phone to his ear.
"Team sweetheart? Is everything alright? " A soft women’s voice rings back at him.
And that’s exactly when Team starts spilling everything that had happened to Win’s mom.