You stood, hunched over, trying to catch your breath. You stood up straight again and looked at your reflection in the mirror of the large studio. You wiped the sweat off your forehead and took a few steps to the side. You got a small running start and tried the jump again, but your legs still didn't get high enough. You sighed just decided to do the dance from tell beginning. You were a ballet dancer and auditions for one of the biggest shows in the world were being held near you, so of course you were going to work hard to make the cut. Lately though, you've been pushing so hard and your mental state was deteriorating and you started losing confidence. You stayed in the studio for hours into the night trying to get everything just right. As you were reaching the part in the dance you always mess up at, you strained too much at the jump and landed harshly on your ankle. "Ah!" You fell and grabbed it. Pain shot up through your leg and you breathed in sharply. You dat there for a second and tried to get up. Out of frustration, you yanked your shoes off and threw them at the mirror. You got up and hopped to turn the music off and gathered your things. You put on your regular shoes and a jacket. After checking your phone, you saw you have a few missed call from Chanyeol. You sighed and debated on whether or not you should call him back. You knew if you did, you would get an earful. It was late at night now, but you started to walk home by yourself. You knew you probably shouldn't be walking on your ankle, but you didn't care at the moment. You were limping and you were still frustrated and a pit of anger, pain and sadness settled in your stomach. Suddenly, you started crying. And out of all moments, your phone started to vibrate. Of course, it was Chanyeol. You started at the screen, gasping from crying and answered. "H-hello?" "(Y/n)! It's about time you pick up! Do you know how worried I am? You're not at home, where are you?" He yelled over the phone. You stopped walking. "Chanyeol, I-" You started in a weak voice. "(Y/n), what's wrong? Are you still at the studio? I'll come get you." "N-no, Chanyeol, I-I-" "What is it? Tell me!" Your eyesight became blurry and you felt extremely light headded. "I-" Your voice was breathy and your legs gave out sending you to land on the concrete sidewalk. "(Y/n)! Hello?!" That was the last thing you heard before you became unconscious. ~Chanyeol's POV~ Something was off about her voice. Something was wrong. "I-" She sounded almost out of breath and then I heard some kind of impact or something but she didn't say anything. "(Y/n)? Hello?!" I called. No answer. Okay now something is definitely wrong. I kept her on the line and quickly drove to the first place I thought she would be. As I was almost to her ballet studio, I saw a figure laying on the sidewalk, motionless. I gasped. "No." I pulled over and ran to her. I turned her over and sure enough it was (y/n). "No, no, (y/n)?!" I shook her and tapped her cheeks. "(Y/n), baby, wake up, please!" She still hadn't moved a muscle. I made sure she was still breathing and called and ambulance. After we got to the hospital, the doctors made me wait in the waiting room. I ran my fingers through my hair and tears started falling. After what felt like hours, a nurse said I could go see her. I walked in the room. There were tunes coming out of her arms and she was hooked up to machines and her ankle was strapped up. She was still unconscious, so I sat by her side and waited. ~Normal POV~ You woke up seeing the sun shining through the window. At first, you thought you were at home, until you noticed the plain decor and medical smell. You realized you were in the hospital. You saw Chanyeol beside you, his head resting on the bed, sleeping. You softly glided your fingertips through his hair. His head shot up and his eyes were half lidded and crossed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at you. He sighed in relief "You're awake." He said in a groggy voice. "Were you here all night?" You asked. "Don't worry about me, do you remember what happend?" He asked. "I was walking on the sidewalk." He nodded. "(Y/n), why didn't you tell me what was going on? The doctors found high anxiety and depression levels when they ran tests on you. You've been pushing yourself way too hard with this whole ballet thing, haven't you?" He asked. You sighed. "I guess so." You looked down at your bandaged ankle. "Dummy, I told you not to over work yourself. And you were trying to walk home, at night, by yourself, with a sprained ankle! (Y/n), why didn't you ask me to come pick you up?" He asked, getting loud. "I didn't want you to worry about me." "I'm your boyfriend, it's my job to worry. I love you, I don't want you to have to go through this. I wish you didn't keep these things from me. That's why I'm here, to listen when you have things on your mind. I knew you were a little scared about the audition, but I didn't think it was this bad. You hurt yourself because of it." "I'm sorry." You whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. He sighed. "Don't be. Maybe it's my fault for being to worried all the time. You don't like when I worry do you?" You shook your head. He leaned closer to you. "Well please, from now on, tell me what's going on so I can help you. I don't like seeing you like this." He said. You just nodded. After a while at the hospital, you were able to go home. The doctor said to stay off your ankle, and of course, the audition was going to be on a day before you could start dancing again. You sat on your bed crying and Chanyeol was trying to comfort you. "I know you're upset, (y/n), but it could be worse. At least you will be able to dance again." He said. "I know, but I'm going to miss the audition." You said between sobs. "Hey, please do cry, don't stress out about it." He said. Suddenly, you got a text from a girl that dances at your studio. Your ryes widened as you read it. "What is it?" Chanyeol asked. You quickly searched the audition date and saw the for some reason, it was moved. "Chanyeol, look! The audition! The bumped it back. This means I'll be able to make it!" You yelled. "That's great! See things do work out in the end. And you better believe I'll be there cheering you on." He kissed your cheek. "My little dancer." He said cutely.
