amnesia || renmin au

seven

The next few weeks, he was able to wake up more frequently and for longer periods of time. Soon, he was off breathing support and was able to move his fingers and toes. His grandparents and doctors considered it a miracle, the speed at which he was recovering. He was told, at this rate, that he could go home in a few weeks if things went smoothly enough.

The idea of going to his grandparents house excited him. He didn't remember his old house since he moved there 4 years ago but he was told it was sold, since no one had plans to live there anymore.

Eventually he was moved to a room with a TV and bookshelf, which helped him kill time during the day. As he could sit up and move his arms with only a dull ache in his bones, he took full advantage of any form of entertainment he could get.

Sometimes when he stopped to think, he would look out the large windows and watch the world outside. For a reason he couldn't remember, snowfall made him uncomfortable. He wondered what happened in his past to make him hate such beautiful and delicate things with such a passion. It made him wonder what kind of person he used to be, and if he really wanted to regain memories of his past. A part of him felt empty for not knowing, but another part of him was afraid to remember. He wondered if it was better to just not know.

The days passed in a blur, with doctors coming in and out of his room and his grandparents visiting a few hours of the day. He slowly got better, and by January he was walking with the aid of nurses and his grandparents. When February came around, he was ready to go home. The doctor gave one last examination, then declared him healthy enough. Jaemin smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you so much. For taking care of me. Please thank the other doctors for me as well."

She flashed a warm smile in response. "I'm glad you're better. Now go, your grandparents are waiting."

Jaemin spent the next few weeks getting adjusted at home. He could do almost everything on his own, but he was just a little slow. If it weren't for his grandparents constantly telling him to rest, he would have gone out, but decided they were right.

With the news that he would return to school starting in March, Jaemin began reviewing his courses. The memories for those came back surprisingly easily, and he could recall what he had learned. He was told that since he missed a large portion of school due to the accident, the principal had told him the coursework he missed in that time frame was not to be counted into his final grade. Jaemin was thankful for the staff for being so understanding; he was stressed just thinking of all the schoolwork he would have if he had to catch up.

Jaemin wondered if he had any friends. His phone had been destroyed in the crash and so he had to buy a new one. Because of his memory loss he got a new phone number and made new accounts for all his social media. But since no one came to visit him while he was at the hospital or resting at home, he could assume his past self was indeed friendless. He couldn't remember why though, he remembered being very extroverted and bubbly as a kid.

The more he compared his current situation to his childhood, the more he doubted the chunk of memory he lost was a happy part of his life. Something definitely went wrong after elementary school, but Jaemin felt better being left in the dark. There was probably also a reason why his grandparents didn't register him in the therapy offered that was said to help him regain his memories. What did they know that he didn't?