San had known something was wrong ever since they set sail for home. He did his best to push it aside, knowing that all sickness was healed on the island.

His arm still burned where that lady had touched him. What had she done to him?

He felt nauseous the entire way home because of how much the ship rocked in the waves. Normally he didn't have a problem with it, but now... Now he wanted nothing more than to set foot on solid ground as he purged his stomach over the side.

Some of the crew had picked up on the fact that he wasn't feeling well, but he had asked them not to bother Hongjoong with it, assuring them he would be back to perfect health once he set foot on Utopia.

So why did it hurt so much still?

He threw up yet again into a bucket as Yunho and his mother fussed over him. His friend had a hard face as he read through book after book. "I don't understand. He has all the symptoms of what used to be called the 'flu'... But it's like they're magnified. And it says here they used to give some kind of special medicine... Mom..."

"I know. We will figure this out. Run and get some water from the stream."

"Yun..." San said, reaching for him.

"I'll be right back, ok?" Yunho took his hand and squeezed it. Then he was gone.

The world spun. San cried out as his stomach rolled and he threw up again. How could he still have anything in his stomach?

But the gasp from Yunho's mother told him it was something different. He brought a shaky hand to his lips, and when he pulled it away his fingers were coated in blood.

The tent flap opened again and a straggled cry tore through the silence.

"Sannie!"

"Woo...young?" San said weakly. He'd recognize that voice anywhere even if he couldn't see clearly.

"I'm here Sannie. What can I do?" Wooyoung asked Teresa.

She let out a strangled moan in response. No one knew what to do... The island's magic wasn't working on him. What had that lady done to him?

Wooyoung came over with a rag and started dabbing his forehead. He could hear small whimpers from the boy as he tried to stay calmed.

"Y-Yeo...sang?" He forced out.

"He's outside. Seonghwa won't let him come in to see you until we know what this is... We can't risk him getting sick..."

"Take... care of him..."

"You're going to take care of him yourself, San. You're going to get through this." Wooyoung said, even though his voice was weak.

"It hurts..."

Wooyoung made another strangled sound and went to take his hand. The younger cried out in pain and flinched back, looking down at his own hand.

Before San could ask if he was ok, he rolled to the side and spat up more blood. Wooyoung reached for him a second time and this time he didn't pull away or cry out.

Yunho came back a short time later and the two of them worked to try and get San to drink while still mulling over ideas. This had them all stumped. Maybe the water would help since it came from deep within the island? What if the magic of the island was fading?

He even heard Yunho ask Wooyoung about something on his arm but he didn't hear the answer as his vision faded to black.

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"Yeosang, you really should-"

"Don't tell me what I need to do!!" Yeosang sobs, pointing to Yunho, "What is going on with San!?"

"I-I don't know-" Yeosang sobs loudly, covering his mouth with one hand while the other is placed on his belly. Yunho brings him in for a hug the best he can do and shushes the pinkette, "we're trying Sangie, we really are. But you need to calm down for the baby's sake. If you don't, you'll deliver it prematurely and it's too early for that."

Yeosang sobs, nodding his head as he looks up at the brunette, "Save him, please please save him! My baby needs it's daddy-"

"Your baby is going to have a father sweetie," Teresa coos, coming out of the tent and looks at her son, "I think it's safe to say he's not contagious... non of us are showing symptoms..."

Yunho looks down at Yeosang who was watching them with hopeful eyes, "Can I?"

She nods, giving him a sad smile before taking his hand in hers. She pulls a cloth mask out from her pocket and hands it to him, "Just in case, put this over your mouth and nose."

Yeosang nods, holding his belly as he goes in and the sight made him sob again. San laid there in the bed weakly, his mouth and chin covered in blood and sweat dripping from his forehead and soaking his body. Yeosang hurries over to him, kneeling down and cupping San's feverish face, "Sannie..." he whimpers, the man groans weakly.

"He's dehydrated, he's been vomiting nonstop and just recently started vomiting blood," Yunho whispers, swallowing harshly, "We think he has this flu virus that was common in the olden days. But it's more extreme than that..."

Yeosang leans forward and with the mask on he kisses San's forehead, brushing his blonde hair back, "Please.... don't leave us...."

Yunho and his mother leave to give them privacy, and as soon as they're gone, a figure crawls towards the window in the night. She stands and watches from the window as the pinkette cries over his weak lover, and her heartbreaks. Reaching into her sack, she pulls out a bottle and sets it on the window, writing a note on a small leaf before crawling away.

Hopefully that will save him.

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Written by flamewhipper and @jinjin0309