BTS Imagines

Amnesia (SJ x Reader)

Everything is hazy in the dark, the happenings engraved in recent memories blurry like the vague outlines of a fogged forest road at night, with no stars in the sky to illuminate the border between earth and sky. Muffled music plays in the background, but the lyrics are missing, thus making the song nothing short of mere noise to drive out the silence. The scent of mint hangs in the air.

Like the car freshener.

Suddenly two bulbs of light approach at an insane speed, set in their path of destruction and not stopping at anything. An endeavour to swerve out of the way ends in a futile effort, the impact pressing all air out of the lungs and lunging the body forward against the steering wheel, consciousness not lost enough yet once contact is made with the hard leather to not experience a world spinning out of control and the loud clang against metal stopping everything instantly.

Those lights are now coming again, but this time they are anticipated and thus can be met head-on. Once more they enclose at a ravenous speed, but with a jolt to the side, they are avoided.

Or a jolt upright, landing me in a peculiar situation.

The room is tranquilly painted in a shade of heavenly blue, the linoleum floor complimenting the choice of colour by being beige-toned, just a tad darker than the loveseat with its redwood frame, the same material incorporated in the wall behind the bed wherein a very disoriented mind with an equally as confused body rests. Through the windows veiled with see-through white curtains, heavier cream ones hanging beside the frames, tall plastered buildings around a little lush green plaza are visible.

Carefully an attempt at getting up is made, but it is painful and has me wincing all the way through. Nevertheless, it is managed to sit upright and properly take in the environment, neck strangely sore, though that could be due to a wrong sleeping position. Fortunately, it is not broken or otherwise, the cast would have been noticed straight away despite the confusion.

An IV-drip containing some kind of liquid stands beside the bed next to a softly beeping monitor taking note of the heartbeat briefly spiking at the realization the bed belongs to the hospital where, apparently, I am a patient. Eyes wander down, discovering the tube of the bag is connected to the left bandaged hand, the right not in a better condition judging by the tightly wrapped cloth around it. The only thing that seems to have survived whatever happened, is the black nail polish that looks as if it has just been applied. All ten digits are still in place, which is a blessing, especially at the sight of them being movable at will without agonizing restrictions. Underneath the sheets, toes wiggle in unison as well, none missing by the feel of it.

Both arms are bruised, lifting the limbs painted with healing crimson scratches and sickening mustard yellow and plum purple spots to feel the dressing around the head a great deal more painful than the former minor ministrations.

How did I get here? What is going on?

Not even another second of silence is left as the door opens and a nurse comes walking in, busily checking the clipboard onto which a few papers are pinned, probably my medical reports thus far, and clearly brightening at the sight of me sitting upright and staring right into ocean blue eyes with an obvious hope of getting an explanation for the current circumstances. If somebody knows the finer details of what the situation, it has to be this member of staff.

'Oh, thank goodness you're awake.' Hastily, almost at a running pace, the young woman with hazelnut brown hair tied into a ponytail approaches the bed, halting at the edge with an investigative glint in her eyes. 'For how long have you been conscious again?'

'Frankly, I just woke up.' A white-hot pain comes out of nowhere and sears through the mind, making brows furrow in agony as a palm presses against the forehead in a hopeless effort to repress it. 'Ah, crap.'