MY SPECIAL AGENT

53' Yellow.

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Y/N's POV:

I wake up to the same thing again, three times in a row. Hospital bed, gown, IV drip, oxygen mask, the sound of the heart rate monitor.

Only that this time, I don't have a person sitting right next to my bed.

A person. Who was he again?

I don't even know what day it is or how long I've been asleep, since the last time I was awake. 

I hear someone open the door just when I'm about to get up. I assume it's a lady, most probably a nurse, because of the sound of their footsteps.

"Hi Y/N. How are u feeling?" A familiar voice says right next to me. It must be the nurse who always checks on me.

I'm tired of laying down here, is all I want to say.

"Mmmhhh-" This is heard instead, because of the oxygen mask, which happens to be blocking my voice and suffocating me at the same time.

"Oh dear, let me assist you with that." She says after realizing my situation.

The nurse appears in my view, right above me, and my brain literally does a 360. She removes my mask over my head and sets it down on the desk next to me.

"There you go."

"Thank you Dr. Lee." I smile at her, clearly happy that she had freed me.

Whoever made this thing to help people breathe, didn't consider that it could suffocate the patient right after they're awake.

Dr. Lee looks at me rather amused, as if I've just discovered Mars or something. I nervously look around at the hospital walls before facing her again, only to catch her with the exact same expression.

I don't know if there is something on my face or if it's my disheveled hair—which I remember to always be like this. These days every one just keeps staring at me like I'm an art piece. An interesting one at that.

"Y/N, how do you know my name?" Dr. Lee asks me.

"Of course I know you, you are-" The question suddenly clicks a switch in my head. I finally realize that, I don't have an answer.

How do I know her? Because as far as I remember, she hasn't been my doctor. I have no memory of her treating me at my stay here. In fact, I had a male doctor all along, and I don't even know his name.

"It's okay." Dr. Lee tells me, probably sensing my confusion. "I'm here to replace Dr. Han, because he has other errands to run."

She proceeds to explain but I'm not listening anymore because that is far from my worries.

My eyes frantically shift down towards her coat, to search for a name tag of some sort. Assuming that that's where I must've seen it.

Although, I don't find it.

Next, I become distracted by the interior of the room. There are a few pretty flowers on a vase on my far right. Pictures of doctors and patients on three walls.

The last one catches my attention immediately. It is a fully see-through glass window wall.

"I've been here before. You treated me, so that's how I know you." I say monotonously, not breaking my stare from the window. "There was someone outside that wall."

"What else do you know?" Dr. Lee prys carefully, following my gaze.

"He was... There was... I was..." I try to form a normal, truthful and sane sentence but to no avail.

According to the big blank in my memory, I can't remember anything more than that.

"Do you like tulips?" Dr. Lee nonchalantly changes the subject like I wasn't just about to remember something.

I break my attention from the glass door to the vase on my right to see what she is indicating.

"Yeah, he brought my favorite flowers in his favorite color." I dreamily say while gawking at the yellow flowers.

"Who did?" She asks before injecting something inside my IV drip.

"He... Who?" My mind becomes blank again as I don't know how to account for my words again.

"Dr. Lee, I don't remember anything and it's driving me crazy." I whine, finally giving in to my mental issues by admitting to her.

"Hey, that's not true. You're slowly getting pieces and that too so soon." She assures me by slowly patting my head.

"Plus, I think I know a guy who might help bring your memory back." She winks at me and attempts to leave the room, only for me to call her back.

"Wait, who are you getting?"

"Relax," Dr. Lee walks back to me. "You might want to read this first."

She hands me a small card in the color yellow and immediately disappears through the door seconds after. Leaving me confused and excited at the same time.

I look down on my hand to I flip the card around.

DAY 5.

Instead of counting backwards, the days are increasing. Y/N, I know how exhausted you are, so you can take your time... But I do dearly miss you. All of us do. The boys are worried about you. Even Xiao Ling phoned, she somehow remembers you. Maya wants to thank you. Eric is also waiting for you.

Please come back to us.

A train of thoughts run through my mind about who could've written this note.

I could assume it to be someone else's and not mine, though it clearly has my name written on it.

"Y/N!" My best friend bursts through the front door, completely distracting me from the note.

He is not accompanied by anyone which indicates that this is the surprise Dr. Lee had been on about.

Eric takes the seat right next to my bed, before holding my hands in his.

"How are you." He says calmly.

I don't reply for a while because of how confused I am. The note and now Eric is here. I was honestly expecting the writer of the note to show up. Even though I've got no idea of who it may be.

I don't even realize it when Eric seats himself on the side of my bed instead and holds my shoulders on either side.

"Y/N?" He politely asks, not sure of what the results may be.

So I burst out laughing. "What? Did you think I'd forget you too."

"Its not funny Y/N," Eric shakes his head at me, as if he's disappointed that I'm joking at a time like this.

"I'm sorry." I hang my head down. "It's just that, it's driving me mad."

"Don't overthink it. Just relax and let  medicine do its thing." He says and I nod at him lightly, completely understanding where he is coming from.

It was already endearing to have so many people telling me to calm down, not overthink and relax. I became annoyed with each motivation except for this one because Eric is one of my own.

"Atleast get me out of here." I wink at him, hoping that he will catch on to my plans.

"We'll be out of here by tomorrow, or even the day after." Eric says surprising me.

I had expected them to discharge me days or even weeks later. Not this soon. Not that I'm complaining though, because staying in a hospital is absolutely frustrating.

And plus, I need to have a change of environment. Which is the outside world. I need to find out what I've done in these past two years that were erased from my memory.

Most importantly, I need to know what led me to this state, because I suspect the doctors aren't telling the truth. Maybe Eric might not either, to keep me safe, to save me from trauma or memory strains.

That is why I need to find out by myself.