I was not aware of the fact that I was in a hospital; that was, until I woke up to see that I was laying in a bed in a plain white room, wearing a hospital gown.

Why am I here? I wonder to myself. How long have I been here? More and more thoughts enter my head, and I start to freak out about the fact that I can't remember what the cause is of me being in a hospital. What if I've been unconscious for such a long time that my brain has forgotten-

My thoughts stop as my attention instantly turns to the door opening across the room. A lady walks in, holding a clipboard and a cup of water.

She walks over to the side of my bed, smiling as she does so. She gives me the cup of water, and after saying a quiet 'thank you' I lean my head forward to take a drink, not realizing how thirsty I actually was until I feel the cold liquid soothe my mouth.

"Miss Sara?" She asks, peering down at her clipboard.

I swallow the water. "Yes?" I manage to croak out, my voice still uneasy.

"You're probably wondering why you're here, honey, aren't you?"

I nod my head yes, still sipping water from the cup.

She puts her clipboard down onto the table, and pulls a chair up closer to the bed. "Okay, that's to be expected. You have a slight concussion, so not being able to remember some recent things that have happened is part of the symptoms. But, don't worry too much, you should be able to remember once something jogs your memory."

I take a few seconds to let the information process in my mind. I actually have a concussion, and now I'm wondering how I managed to get it. Hoping that it's not anything terrible, I let my curiosity get the best of me and I ask her, "do you know why I'm here?"

"I do," she begins, "you were in a car accident, not a serious one, but you did hit your head pretty hard which is why you have a slight concussion." I think about her words, and some bits and pieces start coming back to me.

"Uh, yeah I remember some things now," I state as I place the empty cup to the side.

She grabs her clipboard and her pen, ready to start writing down notes that may be important. "What do you remember?"

"I was driving to another city to visit someone that I hadn't seen in a while, but I don't really remember any details that led up to the car accident." I fidget in my spot a bit to try get a bit more comfortable.

She nods her head, jotting down some quick notes before she returns her attention to me. "That's okay, you were knocked unconscious so I don't expect you to remember the actual accident itself. Don't worry, the fact that you already remember some things shows that you will be perfectly fine, in some time."

She stands up, pushing the chair she was sitting in back towards the wall, and also picks up what I recognize as my backpack out from behind the table. "Everything you had in the car was saved, so you don't have to worry about anything being lost. We brought your backpack and cellphone to your room so that you have access to it."

She hands me my cellphone, and I examine it, noticing no dents or scratches so I thank her.

"It's no problem. You might want to call the friend you were going to see so that they don't worry about you," She says, placing my backpack next to my bed.

"Oh, it's okay, they actually weren't expecting me." My voice drops in volume as I reply, hoping that she won't continue to question the situation.

"Alright then," she says, picking up her clipboard and pen, "if you need anything, press the green button beside your bed, I'm here on night shift tonight and tomorrow. I'm going to come back with some food for you to eat."

"Um, may I ask how long I've been out?" I question.

"Not very long," she responds, "a few hours."

I nod my head. "Okay." So this isn't a serious injury, thank God.

She smiles. "Once you are finished eating, I'll have a doctor come in to give you a check up, alright dear?"

I nod my head, and watch her walk out of the room, closing the door.

I lift my head slightly and turn on my phone. 9:53 PM. I remember leaving home at around noon, but I don't remember how long I was on the road for before getting into the accident. I turn the phone off, laying it on the table beside me. I place my head back onto the pillow, sighing.

Maybe it's for the best that I didn't get to see him.

…..

My dinner was decent, but I didn't really expect much since hospital food isn't usually good anyways. The nurse that first visited me also gave me some pain killers for my headache, along with some hot chocolate; that, I have to admit, made my night a lot better. I turn my phone on to check the time again: 10:43 PM. It's been almost an hour. As soon as I try to turn off my phone though, I get a message from my best friend, Rebecca. She's studying in another country, and I haven't really been able to see her much in the last couple of years. I'm always really happy when we communicate through text or skype.

10:44 PM

Rebecca: Hey! Are we still skyping tonight like we agreed on last week?

Ah shit, I completely forgot we were supposed to skype. I think about what I'm supposed to say, and I settle on just telling her the entire truth. She is my best friend after all. Or… should I really? I decide to just reply with a simple text before getting into any details.

10:46 PM

Sara: Uhh… I don't think I'll be able to…

Rebecca: Oh are you busy? I thought you had tonight off?

Okay, I have to tell her what's going on, I can't avoid the subject. Someone has to know, and I'm pretty sure my best friend is someone that's worthy of knowing.

10:48 PM

Sara: I'm… kinda in the hospital right now.

Rebecca: WHAT, ARE YOU OKAY? Please tell me you're just visiting someone.

Sara: No, I'm in the hospital, as in I'm actually injured.

I see her begin typing, and knowing how unpredictable her response may be, I'm left staring at the screen waiting, hopeful that it won't be a complete freak out on her part.

10:50 PM

Rebecca: Okay, well, you're conscious, that means it's not bad, right? Please tell me I'm right?

I sigh from relief as I see that I completely avoided a freaked out Rebecca.

10:51 PM

Sara: Yes, it's not serious. I have a small concussion from being in a car accident outside of town, so don't worry, please?

Rebecca: Okay… But wait, why were you driving out of town? No, don't tell me you were driving to go see him like you were considering before?!

I slightly panic as I try to think of the right response. She's technically right, but if I tell her that she's right I won't hear the end of how I shouldn't be going to see him, at all, and how it's not healthy for me, either.

As soon as I'm about to reply, the door opens and in walks in who I think is the doctor, or I hope is the doctor. He doesn't seem to be old, and I think he looks rather young actually. He turns after closing the door and I begin to examine his features as I finally see his face. He has dark brown hair that sweeps down slightly onto his forehead, his expression is neutral, but it still manages to amplify the beauty in his symmetrical features and honey-like skin.

"Hello," he says, voice deep and velvety, walking over.

"Hello," I manage to reply. I look back down to the screen of my phone as I type a quick reply to my friend.

10:53 PM

Sara: I gotta go, the doctor just got here, I'll talk to you later!

I place my phone on the table next to my bed, and return my attention to the doctor. He stands next to my bed, circular glasses framing his eyes as he gazes down at his clipboard, held firmly by his left hand.

"My name is Dr. Kim Seokjin, I will be your doctor for the time that you are recovering here in the hospital." He looks up smiling gently, and all I can think of is how pretty the smile makes him look. "So, Sara, you were in a car accident and from that, got a slight concussion, yes?"

I nod my head yes, not trusting my voice just yet.

"But, you're remembering events that led up to the accident, correct?" He quirks up an eyebrow.

"I am," I reply.

His smile doesn't fade as he continues to speak. "That's good, it means the concussion hasn't done serious damage." He places the clipboard onto the table and takes out a small flashlight. "Can you sit up for me?"

I lift myself off of the bed, sitting upright and turning so that my body is facing towards him. He places his left hand gently under my chin, lifting my head upwards a bit before shining the flashlight into both of my eyes. I can't help but stare up into his big brown eyes as he does so, finding small golden specks towards his pupils and darker streaks in the outer part of his irises. My thoughts then travel to his hand that's resting underneath my chin, fingers tenderly holding me.

His fingers feel really soft, and I hope that he'll continue holding me. But I am soon jolted out of my little day dream once he turns the flashlight off and moves to the table to scribble some notes, my head dropping from him removing his hand.

"Okay, that's good," he mumbles to himself. "Now I want you to take deep breaths." He unwinds his stethoscope from around his neck, placing the top in his ears.

He places the stethoscope over my right lung first, and I try to take steady breaths. He moves the stethoscope over to the left, closer to my heart, and I can only hope that my heart hasn't sped up during the time he's been here. Just keep breathing, I tell myself over and over again.

"Okay, good," he says, removing the stethoscope from my chest and from his head, smiling at me afterwards. "You can lay back down now, if you want."

"Okay." I move my pillow so it's angled against the wall, making it easier for me to sit up a bit. He jots down some more notes and then places the pen on the clipboard, taking off his glasses afterwards as well, placing them in his lab coat pocket.

"Have you had any pain?" He asks.

I shake my head no. "Not really, just a bit of a headache but that passed after I took some pain killers."

"Hmm, you shouldn't worry about some head pain, but do let us know if you do have any other pain, alright?" He tilts his head to the side, smile still present on his lips.

"Of course," I answer.

"Any sickness? Nausea, lack of appetite?" He continues questioning.

I shake my head no.

"Okay, well, that's good. I'll let you get some rest." He begins picking up his things from the table. "I'll be back tomorrow to check up on you, and also to see if we'll need to do any extra tests."

I smile in response.

He walks towards the door. "Have a good night, Sara."

I thank him, and with a nod of his head he walks out of the room, door closing behind him.

I direct my eyes to the ceiling, letting out a long sigh.

Why am I feeling like this towards a doctor I will probably never see again after the next few days?

I reach my hand to the side and grab my phone. 11:09 PM. I'm shocked that more time hasn't passed. I see no new messages from Rebecca, so I decide to leave my phone for now and message her in the morning; I'll need a lot of time to explain everything anyways.

After placing my phone back onto the table, and turning off the light in the room, I turn onto my side and close my eyes, quickly drifting off into a calming deep sleep.