Heavy breathing and uncontrollable sobbing woke up both Chenle and Jisung.

Looking around the room, they saw Mahina curled up on her bed, tears streaming down her face and her eyes squeezed shut.

She started muttering things under her breath, seemingly pleading for something.

Chenle slipped out of his bed, feet lightly touching the ground as the blonde haired girl whimpered in her sleep.

Sweat coated her neck as she shifted, moving ever so slightly.

Chenle's hand made contact with Mahina, and the girl immediately flinched moving away from his hand.

"Mahina. Wake up." The younger boy said in Chinese as he tried to shake her awake. She let out a small whimper. "Mahina." The boy insisted more urgently.

"Should we pour water on her?" Chenle asked in concern, turning to Jisung.

The youngest looked at the girl in concern, "I guess so, she isn't waking up and it doesn't exactly look like a very pleasant dream." Jisung nodded, before quickly walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a cup and filled it a little under halfway.

As he walked back to the room, he couldn't help but wondering about what she was dreaming about.

Water in hand he stood over Mahina and tipped the glass over, water splashing onto her face.

Letting out a strangled gasp Mahina bolted upright, clawing at her throat coughing. "Water. Plane." She coughed, wheezing as air attempted to pump into her lungs.

Jisung carefully pried Mahina's hands away from her throat as Chenle softly ran his fingers through her hair.

"Th-they all died." Mahina choked out. "Why am I the only one alive?" Tears rolled down her face.

"Why me?" Her voice dropping to a whisper as her head drooped against Chenle's chest. "Don't leave me... please."

Jisung exchanged a quick look with Chenle as they nodded. "We'll always be here."