#f2f:kai

There were a lot of things about himself that Mike didn’t want to admit. The top of that list was how incredibly terribly he’d been feeling lately. He’d woken up to a lovely migraine which only served to further his bad mood. As usual, he started his day with a five mile run followed by Technique and Theory of Modern Dance. All through the class his head was spinning and his body ached in ways it shouldn’t. He tried to shake it off, just figuring he didn’t do well sitting still. 

However, when he got up at the end of class things just got worse. Thankfully, he caught himself on the table instead of falling to the ground and laughed it off to the others around him. He was just clumsy.

Between classes he liked to get some private practice in at the studio, so slowly made his way there. With every step he took his vision blurred more and more. By the time he arrived he barely had time to drop his bag before he was leaning against the studio wall. He could barely see, barely breathe, and his stomach was in knots. 

Before he really knew what he was doing he had his phone out, texting his brother for help. Kai would know what to do. He would come and help. Until then, he really needed to lay down, just for a second.