The Man He Chose

Chapter 2

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. it belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Title's POV

I stepped out of the pharmacy building, holding the small white paper bag with the pharmacy logo. It contained my mother's bottle of antibiotic that her doctor had prescribed for her respiratory infection.

I walked to the small parking lot of the small plaza where the pharmacy was one of the small business establishments situated in it.

Dammit, some rude motorist had parked their car so close to mine that I when I tried to open my door, I could barely fit through the space to settle into the driver's seat.

I eased my car out of the parking lot and carefully merged with the busy traffic.

I regretted having come to pick up my mother's medication during rush hour. Cars were bumper to bumper and now and then I would hear some angry honks and curses. Fortunately they were not directed at me.

I saw from a few seconds away the traffic light turning orange. The car ahead of me made a loud acceleration and beat the red light. I was too cautious a driver to try a stunt like that.

I patiently waited for the red light to turn green.

While waiting for the fifteen to twenty seconds before the light turned green, I glanced at the car that had stopped beside me on the other lane.

My heart jumped when I saw Cooheart sitting in the passenger seat. I did not recognize the face of the driver. They were laughing over something.

Then a split second before the light turned green the driver suddenly leaned close to Cooheart and gave him a kiss full on the lips.

I tried to suppress the sharp pain that stabbed at my heart.

I told myself that I was not going to give it a second thought. I told myself to get a grip. I told myself that I was the biggest idiot in the whole of Thailand for letting the image of Cooheart being kissed by someone else cause me so much pain.

I kept cursing at myself for feeling so much pain that it translated into so much moisture forming in my eyes, causing my vision to get blurry.

I was not even aware that my car had partly moved into the other lane making another car whiz past me, narrowly missing me.

I wasn't too lucky with the next car.

Before I could maneuver my car back to my lane, I heard a deafening screech behind me before I felt the powerful impact against my car.

I felt an excruciating pain on the right side of my forehead before I lost consciousness.

I was drifting in and out of consciousness in the emergency room.

I vaguely heard voices and I felt my arm being poked by a needle.

I felt myself being wheeled to another room where I was transferred into a cylinder shaped tube. I was mostly asleep throughout whatever procedure the medical staff made me go through.

When I was finally fully awake, I felt a dull pain on the right side of my forehead.

I raised my hand to feel it. Damn, my head had been heavily bandaged.

A nurse approached my bed.

"You're awake," she stated the obvious.

"Yes I am," I said, and instantly regretted the smirk that I made at her because suddenly the dull ache in my head turned into a throbbing pain.

The nurse noticed me grimacing.

"How strong is that pain?" she asked.

"It's killing me," I replied.

"Let me give you another dose of morphine," she said. "I'll be right back."

In a few minutes she came back with a syringe and inserted the needle  into the port of the peripheral IV in the back of my hand.

I must have dozed off for some time and when I came to, I heard voices around me.

"His MRI results indicated no brain injury," someone was saying.

I opened my eyes slowly and almost fainted back to unconsciousness.

What was Cooheart doing here in the hospital??? Wait, am I still alive? Or maybe, am I still asleep and just dreaming?

"You can take him home now," I heard another person in my ER cubicle saying. "I will wake him up now. Oh wait, hey, you're awake," the nurse was addressing me now.

She helped me to a sitting position and then assisted me to stand up.

"Title... " Cooheart said, reaching to take my hand.