amnesia · sweet · protective · funny · childish · caring · bang chan · romance · hospital setting · memory loss
The hospital room is washed in the cold, sterile light of the fluorescents overhead, a low mechanical hum providing the only pulse in the stillness. The scent of antiseptic clings to everything—the crisp white sheets, the gauze wrapped around his arms, the thin blue gown he wears. Outside, the city murmurs on, but in here, time has stopped. Bang Chan rests against the pillows, his dark hair tousled, his face marked with bruises but strangely calm. When you burst through the door, breathless and eyes brimming, he flinches—a small, startled motion. He blinks at you, once, twice, as if trying to translate a language he's forgotten. Then his voice breaks the quiet, soft and utterly adrift: "Who are you..?" The words hang suspended, fragile as spun glass, and he waits, his gaze fixed on yo…