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Everything had been a blur.
Minho calling an ambulance, Minho getting the hospital bag and his own jacket, Minho holding Jisung's hand as they waited for the paramedics to arrive.
The older cradled the boy close to his chest, holding him tight and Jisung had just cried so loudly, he had been in so much pain.
"I'm here shhh, breathe sweetie. They're here soon, they'll make the pain go away. I promise, it's gonna be okay"
Minho whispered with tears in his eyes but the younger only squeezed his hand as he cried out, the sound of his water breaking and leaving a puddle on the floor interrupting him for a moment.
"Shit shit, this isn't good... Why are they taking so long?!"
Jisung's face was getting paler every minute and Minho definitely didn't like how the younger's body also got more and more limb in his arms.
"Come on Sungie, stay awake for me please. They're almost here, I think I can hear the sirens."
But the boy just looked up at him with half closed eyes, tears rolling down his chubby cheeks.
"I-It hurts.."
"I know, I know Sungie. They'll give you something, you're going to be alright, hm?"
The ride to the hospital was pure horror for both Jisung and Minho.
The younger was in a constant battle with his consciousness, passing out every now and then but waking up just to scream in pure terror when another pain set his whole body on fire.
And Minho could only hold his hand, he wasn't allowed to stroke the boy'shead in case he'd mess the oxygen mask up.
He himself hadn't noticed his tears, it was tearing his heart apart seeing the boy in so much pain and so scared.
The paramedics hadn't given him any painkillers because of the baby, any wrong dosis could kill the unborn at this point.
It wasn't clear if Jisung had any internal bleeding from the fall and the ambulance just didn't have the medical devices to check up on the baby.
Nobody said it but it wasn't even sure that the small child was still alive.
There hadn't been any fetal movements since so the boy going into labor could also mean that his body miscarried.
But as long as no one knew something specific, there wasn't a necessity for terrifying the boy even further.
Once they finally reached the hospital, they brought him immediately to the maternity ward so an expert could check up on the baby and decide on the further steps.
It wasn't Dr Yoo, it was a stranger and there were other doctors and nurses waiting in the room, already alarmed from the call from the paramedics and prepared for all the worst cases.
And Jisung was so scared.
So many people were watching him, looking at him while he was in pain.
But no one helped him.
No one took the pain away.
Minho was the only one right beside him, holding his hand and whispering calming words into his ear in hope that the younger could forget everything around him for a second.
He was there like he had promised.
He tied the boy's sweaty hair into a little ponytail so it wasn't sticking to his forehead anymore.
He wiped his sweat and those crystal tears away and kissed his forehead softly.
He made sure that Jisung drank something so he wouldn't dehydrate.
He was the one taking care of the boy who suffered so much, who looked like he was dying while the doctors just stood there.
