The Hospital Wing is a large room with bay windows that spill sunshine onto the rows of infirmary beds that had been neatly made and prepared for any sort of injury to happen on school grounds. At night, the curtains drop half way over the windows to shield some of the light from the moon and stars. Each bed has a nightstand and green privacy curtain for patients.
Daejeon had managed to carry Taeji to the hospital wing with no problems, and now he was laying in a hospital wing bed with the covers up to his chin. The nurse had stopped by, checked his condition, mumbled somethings to themselves and then left for what Taeji could only guess was medicine and potion vials of things he probably forgot the names of. AFter they were gone, Taeji thanked Daejeon for carrying him, weakly turning on his side to look at the other. "Thanks, I hope I wasn't too heavy."
Daejeon was sitting in a chair next to where Taeji was, "You were fine, your length made up for your weight," He said, taking in a few breaths since it was a bit of an exertion on his part. "I'm just glad you're going to get better,"
"I'd assume so, that's how body proportions work," he said lightheartedly before beginning to delve in a fit of sneezing and hacking. He turned away of Daejeon, not wanting to get him sick.
He wanted to help but knew that the healers would help Taeji more than Daejeon could, so he just sat back and tried to be patient. One healer came over with a potion for Taeji to take, trying to wait until he was done with his fit of sneezing and hacking so he could drink it.
He drunk the potion, or rather, was feed it. It took a short while for the potion to take effect, as he was already beginning to feel drowsy. "Are you bored?" he sluggishly asked Daejeon, his words slurring together.
"No, I'm not bored," He said, looking at Taeji. "What about you? Are you feeling better?" He asked, focused on the other.
"Mmmmmm..." Taeji closed his eyes and shrugged. Whether or not the potion was working, it was definitely doing something. His judgement had definitely been impaired and he was feeling the impact of loosing sleep to vomitting and panic attacks twicefold. He sleepily turned his head toward Daejeon and giggled. "Can I tell you a secret?" He blubbered.
“Sure,” he replied, grabbing a cloth and dabbing Taeji’s forehead with it. He guessed it couldn’t be that bad, he wasn’t just sleep deprived is all.
"I like someone," he sing-songed, turning over on his side to look at Daejeon dazedly. His eyes were going in and out of focus as he spoke. "But you can't say anything okay? It's a secret," he whispered. "You won't tell?"
He blushed darkly at that and froze, did Taeji just say his name? "U-Um, what Taeji? Who?" He asked, trying to see if he heard right. "D-Did you say Daejeon?" He asked, his voice cracking a little.
Hearing Daejeon's name, he smiled more. "I..." he whispered. "I want him to like me..." he repeated, before falling asleep completely. His breaths slowed in a matter of minutes, indicating he had fallen asleep.
He was a blushing mess and just sat there staring at Taeji after he fell asleep... Taeji liked him? But, Taeji hated Daejeon... What about their fight? What about what happened on the train? Daejeon got up and left the Hospital wing, more like running out. He had to be alone, he couldn't handle this, he couldn't handle these feelings.
- "You saw her beauty, but not the iron that lay underneath." Message Me - 05:55, February 7, 2019 (UTC)
Having done a very quite wrong routine during training on her own, virtually landing and shattering her ankle, Hanuel was curled in the bed, watching a show on her phone as the skele-gro worked its' magic. Not one of her siblings knew her position at the moment, curled and warm as can be. She was the only one present in the hospital at the moment.
-"This dream is a blue mirage in the desert, a priori deep inside of me." Message Me - 06:06, February 7, 2019 (UTC)
Taeler came into the infirmary, hoping the healers could fix his busted lip and get some ice for his black eye. He expected it to be a quick trip, but he didn't expect to see Hanuel there. "Hannie?" He asked in surprise, rushing to her side. "Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?"
- "You saw her beauty, but not the iron that lay underneath." Message Me - 06:17, February 7, 2019 (UTC)
She blinked tiredly, eyes focused on her brother. "Yeah... just a dance routine going for Silencio Records for winter break, landed wrongly, shattered my ankle." Hanuel responded, reaching almost grabby hands out for Tae. "It hurts..."
-"This dream is a blue mirage in the desert, a priori deep inside of me." Message Me - 06:21, February 7, 2019 (UTC)
Taeler hugged her without hesitation, forgetting about his injuries completely. "Hannie, I told you you shouldn't work too hard." He chastised softly, his expression stricken with worry. "You've got to take care of yourself, remember?"
- "You saw her beauty, but not the iron that lay underneath." Message Me - 06:25, February 7, 2019 (UTC)
She sighed, nestling into her brother. "I know, I know, but I can't go simple... I'm the newest trainee of Silencio Records. I can't afford to skip training... I need to work hard, Tae. They could let me go if I don't show I'm dedicated!"
-"This dream is a blue mirage in the desert, a priori deep inside of me." Message Me - 06:53, February 7, 2019 (UTC)
"Hannie..." He frowned, pulling away to look her in the eyes. "You are dedicated. And special. And talented. And they'd be absolutely stupid to let you go." Taeler assured gently. "I'm sure you're doing great. You just have to take it easy on yourself. You can't dance if you're hurt, you know?" He pointed out, ruffling her hair a bit.
-"This dream is a blue mirage in the desert, a priori deep inside of me." Message Me - 07:04, February 7, 2019 (UTC)
Taeler gave her a hard look. "Hanuel. If you go too hard all the time, you'll just keep hurting yourself. Then they can't debut you anyway. Do you want that?" He asked, though they both knew the answer.
- "You saw her beauty, but not the iron that lay underneath." Message Me - 02:41, February 8, 2019 (UTC)
She snuggled into Tae, blinking large puppy dog eyes up at him. "Can she make red velvet cupcakes?" Hanuel was the youngest, that's for sure... and that meant she could get her siblings to do virtually anything for her.
-"This dream is a blue mirage in the desert, a priori deep inside of me." Message Me - 09:01, February 8, 2019 (UTC)
Even if Hannie wasn't the youngest, Tae would do virtually anything for her. "Of course." He promised with a warm smile. "In fact, I think there was a new recipe she wanted to try out that was something like that." Taeler recalled.