"Patient 218?"

Saeri was watching the night view from her room as she stands in front of the glass window where she can also see her reflection.

She doesn't know how long she's been wearing this white hospital gown but it somehow makes her feel comfortable since she woke upㅡ minus the IV fluid drip connected to the back of her hands and its stand that she has to carry wherever she goes. It's a good thing though that she'll be able to disconnect it sooner if she gets any better than her state now.

Saeri turned to the Nurse who just came in. Although she lost her memories, she's sure that the Nurse who just came is not the nurse in charge of her since she woke up like yesterday.

Yes, she just woke up from a one-week coma. Not really that long but waking up not even knowing your name hits different. If not because of the Doctors then everyone including herself would call her by her Room number.

"Oh Saeri... That's my name.." She clarified as she went back to sit on her bed. She likes it though. Telling people her name as if she knows herself well when that's the only thing she knows.

The male Nurse then scratched his head and approached Saeri as she extends his hand, giving her a brown book in which she replied with a confused look.

"I.. Actually, I don't remember anything so mind telling me what exactly this is? And from who?" She asked as she takes the book from the Nurse.

She can clearly remember, however, what the Doctor said this morning. She overheard that they tried contacting her relatives but no one's giving feedback yetㅡ or if she really has a family.

"Actually, I also don't know.." The male Nurse said, quite in a rush already since he needs to do rounds to other patients on the same floor.

"A guy just gave it to me a while ago and asked me to it to you. He did not say his name but maybe you can just read the book."

"I-is that so?"

"Yes. I still have to do rounds. Ahm, congratulations for.. Waking up?" A smile curved across Saeri's lips as she nods her head. The male Nurse then strode out of her room, leaving her with the brown book on her hand.

She looked at it with curiosity. It's a notebook and the pages look used already, perhaps because of the writings in it.

But what is written inside? Will she be able to know who she really is through it?

Her mind is full of thoughts and at the same time, she's having a dilemma whether she would read it or not.

She's afraid she might know something she wished she wouldn't have known.

And yet she still decided to open it and written at the bottom of the first page, almost unreadable, is a stranger name to her.

han jisung