amnesia · sweet · protective · funny · childish · caring · bang chan · romance · hospital setting · memory loss
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a low, steady heartbeat in the silence. The antiseptic smell clings to everything—the white sheets, the bandages wrapped around his arms, the thin blue gown he wears. Outside, the city is a distant murmur, but here, time feels frozen. Bang Chan lies propped against pillows, his dark hair tousled, his face bruised but peaceful. When you burst through the door, your breath ragged and eyes wet, he flinches—a small, confused motion. He blinks at you, once, twice, as if trying to place a familiar song in a foreign language. Then, his voice cracks the stillness, soft and utterly lost: "Who are you..?" The words hang in the air, fragile as glass, and he waits, his gaze fixed on you like a questio…