The soft beeping of various machines filled the private hospital room. The pale blue curtains were drawn, with soft golden morning sunlight seeping in and bathing the surroundings in a light golden glow. A hospital bed stood in the middle, connected to numerous monitors as the person's eyelids fluttered open.

Raphael's vision was still a bit hazy and unfocused, but he could make out some colors. It was all a bit fuzzy, but he couldn't be bothered to think right now. He was just glad that the pain in his chest was gone and that whatever procedure he'd been through to fix it had been done by a damn good doctor. He slowly, very slowly, opened his eyes, blinking a few times, trying to get his vision back into focus. The room was bright, and the sunlight was almost blinding. His hand instinctively came up to shield his eyes, and that's when he felt a tug. Oh right—the IV.

He blinked slowly again, his vision clearing and adjusting to the sunlight. He groaned as he sat up, one of his hands, the one without the IV, reaching up to rub his eyes lazily with the back of his hand. He glanced at his surroundings. It didn't take a genius to guess he was in a hospital—because where the hell else would he be?

He glanced at the machines to his side, and his eyes widened as he remembered what had happened to him. He cursed under his breath and leaned back against the pillows, closing his eyes once again. A nurse entered the room.

Raphael glanced at the nurse, who was standing beside his bed, checking something on the monitors. "How long have I been unconscious?" he inquired, his voice hoarse from not speaking for so long.

The nurse smiled kindly at him, glancing at her clipboard. "You've been asleep for about two days now. It was a very successful surgery. How are you feeling, sir?" she asked, writing something down on her clipboard.

Raphael raised his eyebrows, blinking for a second. "Two days?" He repeated. He rubbed his forehead with one of his hands, trying to remember what had happened to him. Oh. He'd fainted. He smiled tiredly, though it was still a charming smile. "I guess I'm alright. A bit out of it, though. But I suppose that's to be expected."

The nurse smiled back. "That's good. You're a really lucky man, you know? Just two more minutes, and you would've been pronounced dead. Someone really wanted you to keep living. You were rushed in just at the right time. Your luck was really good, too- one of our best doctors happened to come in right when you were brought in."

Raphael's lips curved into a small smirk. Something about the nurse's statement tugged at the back of his mind, but he shrugged it away. 

"What can I say? Maybe life loves me," he joked.

The nurse chuckled, nodding. "Maybe it does, sir."

Raphael stayed silent for some time as the nurse checked a few other things. A thought suddenly occurred to him. 
"...Who was the doctor who operated on me?" he asked curiously. "You said they're the best in their field. I'd like to thank them."

The nurse smiled knowingly, apparently used to this request. She nodded. "Of course. He'll be coming to check up on you. The one who performed your procedure was Dr. Kang," she said admiringly. It was obvious she had somewhat of a crush on the man. "He's the HoD of cardiology and cardiovascular surgery. The youngest head of the department, too. He's only 32."

Raphael couldn't help but feel a sense of... familiarity when he heard the name. He raised his eyebrows in an expression of impressed interest. A 32-year-old head of department? That wasn't something you heard every day. Clearly, the guy was smart and talented. Kang... why did it sound so familiar? He had half a mind to ask the nurse to describe the doctor or ask for his full name, but he didn't need to. The woman was on a roll.

"He's really handsome too. Or I think it's more like beautiful? He's got a really pretty face, and his skincare must be something out of this world-" She seemed to realize she was rambling, and it wasn't really an appropriate conversation to have with a patient, so, she stopped, mumbling an embarrassed, "I guess I'm rambling. Dr. Kang will be checking up on you soon."

The description... enhanced his sense of déjà vu. He couldn't help the faint memory of a pretty face that crossed his mind. He tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows creasing as he tried to remember if he'd heard the name before. He was certain he had. The familiarity of the name scratched at his mind, begging him to remember. Maybe it was because he was still dazed from waking up, but that surname sounded so... familiar. Kang?  Where have I heard that name before? he thought, drumming his fingers against the bed.

He hummed under his breath as the nurse bid him a good day and left, shutting the door behind her. He couldn't help but feel like the name 'Kang' sounded vaguely familiar for some reason. Why? For the life of him, he couldn't remember. He shrugged, deciding not to think about it. The nurse had said this Dr. Kang would come to see him soon. Guess he'd find out why the man's name sounded familiar soon enough.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. He glanced at the doorway, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw just who was there.