When I wake, I have one of those "where am I? Oh yeah...crap." moments. I have woken up like this a few times in the past few hours, but it is a little more quiet now that it is nighttime. Gazing at the falling snow through the window, I think of only one person; Jiyong, of course. He has changed quite a bit, even though its only been 6 months. I guess a lot can happen in half of a year. I start to lean up, but am quick to let that pipe dream go as a gag chokes its way out of my throat. So I just lay here; thinking.

  You know when you try to sleep late at night, but your mind wanders off to your past and things you did and didn't do? Things that you wish you would've, could've, and should've done. Things that are so stupid you don't know why you did them. You punish yourself for these things, even though it's in the past; even though it's probably been forgotten by every one else.   Right?   //   "I'm going to puke."   He has always been fast, so when the vomit comes up my stomach and out of my mouth, it does not fall onto the floor but into a bucket that he holds. I look up at him, eyes wide, but he just smiles at me. SunYe is quick to get most of the people out of the room, while Yubin comes and holds my hair. Of course, I don't just puke once, but many, many times. After, JY forces me to go to the hospital, where they determine that I have food poisoning.   "You were the only one to have the chicken for lunch..." I glare at SunMi when she says this, and she gives me a sad smile. I feel nothing but nausea and a raging headache, and all I want to do is sleep; so I do.   And here I am; staring out my window, thinking of things I wish I had done but cannot change.   I turn my head when I hear the door open, and my eyes widen when I realize that it is Jiyong. He stops when he looks at me, and gives a gentle smile,   "I didn't realize you were awake. You've been asleep for most of the day,"   Most of the day? Has he been coming here all day? What the f--   "I've just been checking on you; making sure you're alright and have everything you need."   That's a lie and you bet I pointed it out,   "that's a lie."   He laughed and strolled through the white and obnoxiously clean hospital room to sit by my bed. He looked at the IV that hangs from a metal railing and goes into my arm, then spoke,   "Okay, so maybe I was a little worried."   He doesn't look at me when he says this, and I'm glad because my girly blush would be eminent.   "Kwon Jiyong is worried? Someone sh