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Crash	By : DBSKAngel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > DBSK Views: 1139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7 - Things can’t get any worse.....Oh Shit, they can.

The boys sat in the tree, talking, wondering where Mirell was. Five hours had gone by and she was not back yet.

“Maybe she got lost..” said Junsu.
“I doubt it, when she and I went food hunting, she had like a built in GPS, I was lost but she wasn’t.” replied Yoochun.

“Maybe she was forced to stay somewhere, its dark now and maybe she knew she wouldn’t get back with enough sunlight.” replied Yunho.
Changmin began to cry, “I made her mad, that’s why she left. If something happens to her, its all my fault.”

Jaejoong looked at Changmin, “You should have thought of that before you were so mean to her.”
“Jae!” scolded Junsu, as Changmin began to cough because of his crying.

Junsu went and calmed Changmin down, reassuring him. Changmin quieted mainly because the crying made him feel worse. Junsu held him as Changmin threw up.

“Changmin you need to rest and not work yourself up so. Mirell will be pissed if you get yourself sicker then you already are.” Yunho told him.

Changmin nodded and coughed some more, as Junsu placed a wet clothe on his head.
“So should we wait until morning, then?” asked Yoochun.

“We don’t have much choice. She knows we are suppose to leave at first light, so we’ll wait for her. I’ll keep first watch tonight. Jaejoong, you’ll have second, Yoochun, 3rd, Junsu fourth.”replied Yunho.

Yunho climbed up to the branch they used for watch, and the rest went to sleep. Jaejoong took custody of Changmin, mainly so he could stay awake.

Changmin drifted into a restless sleep, as Jaejoong checked his forehead and found his fever worse then before. His breathing was also becoming more labored, and he knew if Changmin didn’t get help soon, he might not make it.

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Mirell cursed her situation and tried to fall asleep but every noise woke her, fear of another, this time a tree climbing animal, would attack her.

She was also worried about the boys, especially Changmin, because for all his anger and temper, he wasn’t doing good.

She knew the infection was spreading through his body, despite her effort to keep the wound clean. His fever wasn’t going down but so far wasn’t going up either. Which was a good thing.

She debated on climbing down and heading back towards the trees where the others were sheltered. It had been hours since she had been chased up this tree and she knew light would be breaking soon.

She climbed down slowly and carefully, trying not to put weight on her injured leg. She landed lightly on her good leg and looked around, listening.

Then she started to limp forward, a long, heavy branch in her hand. She had removed it from the tree before climbing down.

She walked for hours, her leg becoming more and more painful, her pace becoming slower. She wanted to get there before the sun rose, but the sun had been up for about two hours already, obscured by the dark rain clouds.

Finally she saw the tree, and sighed in relief. She was maybe 10 feet when she saw Jaejoong jump down from the tree and race towards her.

“Mirell! Are you ok? We’ve been so worried. What happened?” Jaejoong asked concernedly.
Mirell smiled, which turned into a grimace.

“Your leg.....what happened?” Jaejoong asked, staring at the torn, bloody jean leg.
“Had a small run in with wolves.” Mirell replied cooly.

“What!?” Jaejoong exclaimed, as Yoochun and Junsu joined them.
“Wolves.....they attacked me. They got a hold of my leg. I’m fine though. So don’t worry. How is Changmin?”

They looked at each other grimly.
“What happened?” Mirell asked.

“He wont wake up. His fever went up last night and he breathing labored and this morning.....he wouldn’t wake up.” Jaejoong said softly.

“Shit.” Mirell replied and tried to run towards the tree, which proved impossible.
Junsu picked Mirell up and carried her to the tree, ignoring her protest.

After Junsu and Jaejoong got her into the tree, she crawled over to Yunho, who cradled Changmin.

She touched his head and found it very hot, too hot, his breathing coming out in rough, raspy pants.

She looked at Yunho, “We need to move out now. We can’t wait any longer. He wont live long this way.”

Yunho’s eyes shone bright with tears, “I know.”

In 30 minutes they were readying to go. Yunho and Jaejoong, carried the food, while Yoochun carried Mirell on his back and Junsu carried Changmin.

Mirell repeated sorry about hundred times. She felt guilty that they had to carry her, and she felt like a burden. She under Changmin’s feeling a lot better now.

The set off at a good pace stopping everything 3 hours for a quick break. Mirell rubbed her leg gently, and checked over Changmin, trying to wake him but it proved pointless.

Jaejoong rubbed his eyes and temple, trying to rid of the rising headache pounding in his skull.
Mirell looked at Jaejoong worriedly, seeing the dark circle under his eyes and the pained expression on his face.

She knew he would be the next to collapse, he hadn’t slept in days, and barely ate, she also saw the fever in his over bright eyes, and flushed cheeks.

But he wasn’t the only one, Yunho was also getting sick, his eyes starting to get glassy, his face a light pink that wasn’t due to the exercise of walking.

She knew she was getting worse, too. Her aching muscle that was more then soreness, her pounding head, icy cold shiver running down her spine, the rough cough she held in.

Yoochun and Junsu were the healthiest of the group, but for how long. How long before they too grew sick?

The food they had was not enough and they ate sparsely, the toll of little food had already belong after three days. They were all weaker, thinning, paler.

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Jaejoong smothered a cough behind his hand, and walked on. It had only been an hour since they had left but already he felt tired. His head had started to pound, and his muscle protested every movement.

He hadn’t slept well the past few nights, and Mirell had discovered this the first night, after he woke from a trouble sleep, filling with death and decay.

She had tried to comfort him and he had pushed her away. He felt slightly guiltily about it but he did not want her sympathy.

But she could understand what he was going through, because she had seen what he had, but he didn’t want to think about it.

He didn’t want to remember, and he didn’t want anyone to know that it was driving him mad.

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Changmin hated being a burden. He hated feeling weak. He watched this girl, caring of him. Watched her, wipe the sweat from his brown, place a wet clothe over it.

Watched her break the fruit into bite size and hand feed him, and helped him drink water from a leaf. He watched as she sooth his hair back, gently calming him through the pain and sickness.

Watched her clean the wound on his side once a day, washing the bandages with plain water and re-bandaging it. And he hated her for it.

Hated her for doing it, for being given this burden, for taking responsibility of him when she owned him nothing.

He didn’t want her to have his life in her hands. If he died would the others blame her, would they lay his death on her head? He did not want that.

He loved her dearly, and did not want his blood on her hands. She did not deserve it. She took care of him, like an older sister, a mother.

Changmin knew he was getting worse, he could feel it every day, growing weaker, feeling sicker, his vision becoming more and more blurry as time went by.

And as he got worse, he grew angrier. Watching his band-mates, gather food for the journey, taking turns caring for him, it made him anger that he was not there helping them.

And he snapped. He yelled at her. He pushed her away, and she snapped back. She was right, and it made him feel guilty. He would apologize to her when she returned.

He would beg for her forgiveness, he would tell her thank you for taking care of him, he would hug her and thank her for his life.

Changmin closed his eyes, thinking about Mirell, and hoping she would return soon, so he could talk with her.

But Changmin wouldn’t open his eyes, when she did.

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Yunho cursed himself for getting his arm broken. He could only do so much, and he felt as if his leadership was slipping away.

He felt useless but he held himself together, for the band, for all of them. He knew Jaejoong was having nightmares, he woke the second night, finding Mirell trying to comfort him.

He heard the rage and despair in Jaejoong’s voice as he asked her to leave him alone. He didn’t know what to do. He asked Mirell about it the third day and she told him.

Jaejoong was haunted by what he saw on the plane. His mind couldn’t cope with it, and it haunted him.

He would snap, Yunho could see it, the despair growing with each passing day. And Jaejoong locking it inside him, without realizing that only made it grow.

Yunho asked why she wasn’t in the same state of mind since she saw what Jae had, and she had replied that she was. She saw what happened on that plane every time she closed her eyes, but she busied her mind.

Taking care of Changmin and the others, helped her keep the images at bay, only at night did they return. But she thought of others things and worked herself hard during the day, so at night she would be too tired to think.

Yunho decided to do the same thing, give Jaejoong more things to do. Jaejoong slept better that night. Yunho noticed it but Jaejoong still woke frightened and despairing.

Yunho was glad when Mirell appeared safe, hurt but safe. They could get moving, to get Changmin help, to get them all help.

Yunho had felt his strength weaken and he was afraid he was falling ill, and knew it would not be good to do so. They needed to find help and soon.

Yunho looked at the people around him and sighed. He needed to talk with each one of them. Starting with Jaejoong.

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Yoochun sighed and wished they were back in Japan. Any where but here. He knew he needed to be strong for Changmin, for Yunho, for everyone.

Yoochun tried to take charge of the group but that proved fruitless. Yunho still came up with better idea and the finally word. Mirell as his assistant.

It made sense, since she was the taking care of their health. She was smart and strong. And Yoochun realized how much they needed her support, a female voice, a kind voice, and motherly voice. A voice they didn’t know, and blindly followed.

When the band argued, she had stopped it. If she hadn’t been there, they might have not gotten any where, Changmin would probably be dead and they would be lost.

Yoochun, looked at everyone in the group as they walked. Yunho with is broken arm, leading the group, being strong and supportive.

Jaejoong being quiet and distant, something off within him, that Yoochun couldn’t figure out, though he had tried to talk to Jaejoong, he had always shrugged him off.

Changmin had been angry, and upset, which he could understand.

Junsu had tried to keep the situation light and cheery everyone up with stupid jokes, that only got on everyone’s nerves.

Yoochun sighed and hoped they would get out of this mess soon. Because he knew under the surface there was rage waiting to be released.

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Junsu was a lot more frighten then he let on. He felt guilty for Changmin state. Wishing repeated he hadn’t said the things he had on the plane.

He was sure if he had kept his mouth shut the plane wouldn’t have crashed.

Junsu had tried to lighten the mood and keep everyone happy but telling jokes and trying to be funny but it only back fired and caused the Yunho, Yoochun and Jaejoong to yell at him.

It was those times that Mirell intervened and calmed things down. He wondered what would have happened to the band if she hadn’t survived and proven to be a balance in the group.

Junsu had studied the others during the past three days. Yunho was trying to be strong and keep the group together.

Yoochun was trying to help Yunho and tried to help keep balance and calm.

Changmin had been short tempered and angry.

Jaejoong had been distance and odd. He seemed to be in his own world, that didn’t seem too happy.

He had seen Jaejoong cry silently a lot these pass three days but Junsu was sure no one else had noticed.

And he himself had cried over the pass three days, a lot too. Mirell had come every night and comforted him until he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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The group got up from the first break, and Jaejoong carried Changmin this time, giving Junsu a break. The day went by slowly and uneventful.

They traveled in the morning towards the sun and away from it in the evening.

It was late afternoon when it began to rain and they were forced to endure the rain, not daring to stop and lose time.

Mirell looked ahead, “Its getting late, we should find a place to rest for the night.”
Yunho nodded, “Ya, we’ll stop at the first place we find that is suitable.”

“Make sure its in a tree. I rather not stay on the ground.” added Yoochun.
Yunho grinned and looked at Mirell, who stuck her tongue out at him

Junsu saw a tree and pointed it out, after getting the injured and sick up, Yoochun, Jaejoong and Junsu climbed up as well.

Mirell passed around fruit, and forced water down Changmin’s throat, checking his breathing and fever, which hadn’t changed.

Mirell crawled to Jaejoong, and touched his forehead against his protest.
“Stop Jae,” Yunho said sternly, after their talk during the first break, Jaejoong had seemed calmer.

Jaejoong covered a cough behind his hand, as Mirell looked into his eyes.
“Jaejoong you’ve got a pretty high fever, eat all your food today and plenty of water. We can’t have you passing out.”

Jaejoong nodded and forced himself to eat the fruit handed to him.
Mirell turned her stern eyes to Yunho, “That goes for you too.”

Yunho blinked, “I’m fine, Mirell.”
“Uh huh? Yoochun touch his forehead.”

Yoochun who was sitting next to Yunho, slapped his hand on his forehead, “Hot.”
Yunho rubbed his head and punched Yoochun with his good arm, “That hurt.

“See, you’ve got a fever as well, I can see it from here.” Mirell said.
Yunho looked at her seriously, “And you don’t?”

“I know I do, that’s the difference.” Mirell replied tartly.
“Your sick too?” Junsu asked in surprised.

“I am, it my injuring, I couldn’t clean it properly, so it infected.” Mirell replied with a matter of fact tone.

“Aren’t infected injures, like bad? Cant you get like blood poisoning?” Junsu asked.
Mirell looked at him seriously, “What did you think was wrong with Changmin?”

“Oh shit.” Junsu said, at the same time as the rest, who all hadn’t seem to truly realizing the seriousness of Changmin’s wound.

“Same goes for Yunho, fractured bone can get infected too, in Jaejoong’s case, its stress on the body and lack of sleep.”

“So Yoochun, Junsu, you two need to stay health, you might end up being in charge.”

They all looked at each other, weighting the situation.

“Shit.” chorused five voices.

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Chapter 7 done.....kind long too....

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