"W-w-w-what?!" Kris blurted out. 

"You know, Myungsoo! The guy who visited me a couple days ago!" Haewon exclaimed. 

She took it that Kris didn't know who she was talking about, and sighed. "You know the good looking one who looks like unni's boyfriend." 

 Unable to know how to handle this impossible situation, Kris sat there with arms hanging on his sides, speechless. Haewon, not giving up, scooted to the edge of the bed, grabbed hold of his arms and shook it. 

"Kris! Stop zoning out! Are you okay? You have to go now don't you?" 

Kris turned to Haewon to look at her with eyes of worry. "Haewon, I'll be right back wit the doctor." 

He sat up without replying to any of the questions. 

"Huh? Why? Kris wait!" 

Haewon sat up and was about to follow him when she felt the long IVneedles stuck in her arm move a little. 

"Aish," she muttered. "Whats wrong with that guy?" 

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She seems she has lost a fraction of her memory due the accident and long coma. If she rests a lot, they will come back in time so do not worry. 

  Kris sighed in relief as he walked down the hall. But how was his plan going to work now? 

Kris shook his head in confusion and looked at the clock. He was already 30 minutes late to his game, but that didn't really matter right now. What about her memories was he going to tell Haewon? 

Kris stopped in front of her room. I guess I have no other choice... 

He entered the room to see that Haewon wasn't there. He looked around and checked the bathroom to see if it was occupied, only to find it open and empty. Kris darted out of the room, scratching his head. He looked left and right of the hallway, but she was nowhere to be found. 

"Aish, where did she go..." 

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Haewon's POV 

I was slightly out of breath by the time I found the hospital's sky garden. It felt like years since I last breathed some fresh air. 

Because it was lunch time, only a few people were roaming around in the snow covered garden. Strolling the pole which had the IV bags connected with the needles, I walked on the stone paved pathway, cleared from the snow. I let out a breath of air, leaving pufffs of white smoke in the cold winter air. I secured my thick padded jacket around my shoulder and dragged the pole to walk around the garden. 

As I was walking, millions of thoughts appeared into my head. Such as, my temporaray amnesia. Some cliche Korean drama huh...

No matter how much I dug through my memories, all I could remember before I woke up was of my sister and I preparing to leave the house on the first day of school. Then I open my eyes to find myself in a hospital, only to be told I was in a coma for months. 

Setting my eyes upon a snowman in the middle of the garden, I briskly walked down the path when I felt myself trip. I tightly grasped on to the IV pole and prepared myself to fall miserably on my knees. Instead of the painful impact I braced myself in, I felt myself land on a pair of strong, steady arm which held onto me tight. I felt jolts of electricity run through