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My Lost Memory: Short Story Essay

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“Baekhyun? Baek?” I opened my eyes to bright, glaring lights, blinding me. Pain seared through my head. I blinked once. Twice. Thrice. I was in a white room. I lay on a comfortable bed. I could hear a beeping sound somewhere above my head. IVs were attached to both of my hands. My left arm was in a cast. A tube ran under my nose. I could hear voices nearby. I was in a hospital. Someone was holding my right hand. I turned my head. “Chanyeol.” He had a bandage on his forehead. Purple bruises were visible on his skin. “What happened? Why am I here? Are you hurt?” I croaked. My throat was so dry. My head kept throbbing painfully. I touched my head which was covered in a thick bandage. “Hyung, is he awake?” a familiar voice asked from the …show more content…

“Can I have a glass of water?” “Of course,” Suho answered. He glanced at the clip board. “I’ll get it,” Kris offered. “Thank you,” I called after Kris. He smiled at me as he left the room. “How bad am I?” I asked Suho. Suho glanced at Chanyeol. Chanyeol nodded at him. “You lost a lot of blood, broke your left arm, and fractured your skull. You’d hit your head badly.” Suho sighed. “Do you remember what happened, Baek?” I frowned, glancing at Chanyeol again. He looked so sad. I tried remembering but nothing came up. “I don’t. I don’t remember anything that happened…yesterday,” I told Suho. “But you remember us?” he asked, gesturing to all of them standing in the room. “Of course.” I frowned again. I felt like I was missing something. Pain lanced through my head making me winced. “Baekhyun, are you all right?” Chanyeol touched my cheek. “My head.” I struggle to sit up, every inch of my muscles screaming in protest. Chanyeol pushed me back gently. “No. It’s better if you lay for a while,” he said. I heard the door opened again. Kris walked towards me carrying a bottle of water in one hand and a glass in the other. Luhan reached for something behind my bed. I heard a click as he adjusted the bed so I was on a sitting position. After that, he pulled something behind the headboard and slid it over me. I was like a baby sitting on a high chair. Kris settled the glass in the table in front of me and poured water into it. I reached for it.

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