“Here he is,” a kind nurse led the B1A4 members to Sandeul’s hospital room where he lay peacefully asleep with several wires, IVs, and a breathing mask connected to him. 

     “Thank you, Miss,” Jinyoung said behind his disguise before she left. 

     They stood quietly around Sandeul’s bed, watching him sleep. Baro was the first to step closer, gently pulling back Sandeul’s blanket to reveal his bandaged arm. “Wow, take a look at that! He’s definitely not a zombie anymore. His sores from the car accident are finally starting to heal.”

     Gongchan sat in the chair on the opposite side of the bed, smiling. “And he doesn’t stink like a zombie anymore. Although, he probably just needed a bath.”

     They members didn’t say much as they sat in the room, watching Sandeul sleep and waiting for him to wake up. Nearly an hour passed before Baro said what everyone was thinking, “This is taking forever. Are they sure he’s even going to gain consciousness? How long do you think this will take?”

     “We need to have patience,” Shinwoo said while looking out the window. “He’s been dead for a few weeks. We’re going to need patience with him.”

     “I guess it’s the same with all of us,” Jinyoung said. He adjusted the baseball cap he wore to block out the sun rays coming from the window. “We all have had our problems we needed to deal with. And we all needed patience with each other.”

     “But Sandeul’s problems are the worst out of any of ours,” Gongchan swallowed as tears came to his eyes, making all the machines Sandeul was hooked up to blurry. “How could he be the same happy Sandeul after all of this?”

     Sandeul’s hand twitched, making everyone look up at him. They watched him closely, wondering if he was really waking up. Then they saw the hand that twitched lift up slowly, then smack Gongchan across his face. 

     Quickly sitting up, Sandeul tore off the breathing mask and chuckled at Gongchan who rubbed his stinging face in shock. “That’s for thinking that I can’t be the same happy Sandeul.” He gazed around the room at the others who were in just as much shock with their jaws hanging. “What?... You all look like I died or something.”

     “That’s because–” Shinwoo started, but Sandeul interrupted with his loud laughter. 

     “I’m just joking,” Sandeul said, then looked around, realizing he was in a hospital room. “It’s nice of you guys to visit me. I guess I took a bigger fall than I thought,” he rubbed his aching head as the room began to spin. 

     “What?” Jinyoung said, confused as he took off his mask and glasses. 

     “I have to refresh your memory?” Sandeul groaned. “I fell off the stage while we were rehearsing. Sorry for ruining our first concert, guys, but I’m sure I’ll be well enough to perform next week.”

     Gongchan, Baro, and Shinwoo looked at each other in puzzlement as Jinyoung dared to ask, “Uh… Sandeul, what year do you think this is?”

     “It’s two-thousand-eleven, of course,” Sandeul continued to rub his temples. “Why do you ask? I guess it’s because I must’ve hit my head really hard. I have the biggest headache!”

     Everyone’s jaw dropped again as Jinyoung mouthed the word ‘amnesia’ to the others. It was obvious that Sandeul couldn’t remember the past seven years, and the last memory he had was their rehearsal before their first concert that was scheduled, but never happened.