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"Nana!" A green haired boy ran into the hospital room. The doctors had finally called that Jaemin had woke up after being in a coma for 10 days. They had to wait a day before they could visit him, apparently Jaemin was too weak to get visitors immediately.
Chenle scooped the boy in his arms, hugging him close to his chest. "I'm so happy you finally woke up, it's so boring without you."
"Chenle, let the boy breath. He just woke up from a coma." A voice said. Chenle let jaemin sheepishly rest against his pillows again.
Mark walked in the room, followed by Taeyong, Ten. They all quickly gathered around jaemin's bed.
"How are you feeling, Jaemin?" Taeyong asked worried by the others unreadable face. His face was still decorated with cuts, a bandage wrapped around his head. Taeyong felt sad to see his younger member hurting like this. Why did that damned car speed so recklessly, Jaemin could have died.
Jaemin didn't answer, he just stared at them all, one by one. A silence fell, nobody knowing what to say.
"I see you have visitors already." A doctor came in, smiling. "Who are you all?"
"I'm lee Taeyong. We are in a kpop band, Nct. I'm the leader." Taeyong bowed, stumbling over his words.
"I'm Mark, also Nct member."
"Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, but call me Ten, please."
"I'm Chenle."
"Ah, I see. Your all band members?" The doctor scribbled something down on his notepad.
"Yes, doctor." Confirmed Taeyong.
"Well, if you all could come with me for me a moment." They shared worried glances with each other before walking out of the room, following the doctor to the hallway.
"Did Jaemin say any of your names of gave a sign of recognizing you?" The doctor asked.
"He didn't say anything and I don't know if he recognized us." Taeyong answered quietly. Unsure where the doctor was getting at.
"When Jaemin woke up yesterday he didn't remember who he was, his age or in which country he is." The doctor told. "He's still too weak to go under mri at the moment but he's showing symptoms of PTA."
"What's PTA?" Chenle asked, voice slightly trembling. What did the doctor mean? His head felt full. So much was already happening already. Suddenly chenle felt like curling up, hiding himself from the world. He was so happy just seconds ago, why was this happening again? Chenle had been feeling down since Jaemin's accident, he just needed his hyung to be okay.
"PTA is short for Post-traumatic amnesia. It's a state of confusion that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury in which the injured patient is disoriented and unable to remember events that occur after the injury. The person may be unable to state their name, where they are, and what time it is. The symptoms are alike with the symptoms of Jaemin." The doctor explained.
"So he doesn't remember anything?" Mark asked, he stared with big eyes at the man in front of him. He felt Chenle clinging at his arm as the words ran trough his head.
"We don't know yet, Jaemin has been refusing to speak since he woke up again this morning." The doctor confessed. "You can go back him now, his next check up is in two hours. Take it easy on him."
"We will, thank you, doctor." Taeyong bowed, grabbed chenle's hand, who looked like he was going to cry, and led them all back to the room.
"Hey, we're back." Taeyong smiled at Jaemin as he sat down in a chair next to the younger's bed. Jaemin just stared at him, keeping his silence.
A uncomfortable silence hanged in the room as everyone stared at the small boy laying in a sit slash laying down position in the hospital bed. Jaemin had adverted his eyes to his lap, shy from the unknown eyes on him.
"Jeno, a friend, wanted to come with us to see you. But yesterday he played with this cat that was sitting in front of the dorms, he's allergic so now he is coughing constantly and couldn't come. That stupid boy." Mark suddenly told, breaking the silence.
"I like cats." Jaemin whispered. Everyone at the room looked up surprised at Jaemin's words. So he does remember something.
"Yeah, you do." Ten smiled widely, caressing Jaemin's arm in comfort.
"Who are you?" Jaemin asked. The boys looked at each other in slight confusion, wondering who he was directing the question to as his eyes where still focused on his lap.
"I'm Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, but everyone calls me Ten." Ten spoke up.
"Can I call you seven?"
"Only you then." Ten answered, chuckling. Jaemin smiled slightly again. His eyes darted around, finding Ten's- Seven's hand resting on his arm. Quietly he grabbed his hand with his own, intertwining their fingers.
Ten's smile broke out bigger then ever by the younger's soft gesture. Although Jaemin might not remember him, he still felt comfortable with him.
While the other boys also introduced themselves was Jaemins attention focused on Seven's hand. Jaemin liked Seven, he had soft hands. He moved the others fingers around, letting out a soft giggle. This was funny. Playing with Seven's fingers, he didn't notice the stares on him.