He was walking down the wards as usual one day, more strength had returned to his legs and he felt much better each day. The doctor won't let him go home yet though, when he asked about it the other day. There were more tests to be carried out since he was unconscious for a much longer time than the doctor had expected. He was a bit worried about it himself but he shrugged it off, saying that he really liked to sleep anyway.

That didn't convince the doctor anyways.

Kim Sunggyu walked around the hospital each day. However that day, he took another way to return to his room.

Kim Sunggyu-sshi...

He turned abruptly and stared down the empty hall. He thought he heard someone called his name but there was no one in sight. Was it a ghost?  But he didn't feel that much anxious as he had expected. He retreated a few steps back and was standing in front of the door of a ward. He slid open the door and looked around.

The beds were empty, the evening sunlight shining gently in through the windows. He was about to turn away when he noticed a pair of feet at the bed near the windows. The rest of the torso was hidden by the curtain.

He didn't know why he walked towards the bed. He walked towards it slowly and it was killing him. When he came close, he slid the curtain and stared down a girl sleeping on the bed.

He stared at the peacefully sleeping face for a while. He guessed she was about his age, maybe younger but she looked pale but he had to admit she was really cute. He sat down on the chair beside her bed and looked at her endlessly.

Something felt weird but he didn't know what. He wondered if she was going to wake up anytime soon, and she might freak out if she saw him; though he considered the possibility that she might know him as the leader of Infinite.

He spent the rest of the evening, staying by her side till it was time for his medicine. He didn't know why he promised to come again tomorrow. Probably he was feeling sorry for her, being alone in the ward like that.

The next day, he came again, after visiting hours. He was nervous, afraid that she might be awake but she didn't. He wasn't sure whether to feel relief or sad. He sat down on the same chair and watched her again.

He stood up and went to the front of the bed, to read the patient's information.

"Han Thora." He said it out loud. "Is that your name?"

"That's a really pretty name." He smiled to himself.

He waited, for any response. But there were none. He went down to read the information again but he couldn't understand what it meant; the medical term and everything. He could only guess that