Broken Memories

Explanations and Promises

A/N: Thank you all for enjoying this story! I am sorry it's taking me so long to update. I have my real life job, a few projects and other stories I'm writing, including original work. But I will still be working on this. Once again I apologize if any of the characters appear to be OOC, and I apologize in advance for any mistakes I make regarding traditions in Thailand. I mean no disrespect. Also with permission from senoria9, I am using the name Cora and Dina as Kongpob's older sisters as well. Well without further ado here is chapter 3!

Arthit stares at his now empty glass of pink milk. Despite everything that had occurred he needed something reassuring, something familiar. The sweet drink does its job and cheers him up even a fraction. But it's not enough to cure the guilt broiling in his chest. He moves his gaze from the empty glass to the occupied hospital bed. Kongpob is sound asleep oblivious to his Senior's dilemma. And rightfully so. Arthit chooses not to check the time. He already knows it's well past midnight. He had given up trying to sleep almost immediately. Instead, his mind keeps wandering back to the earlier conversation he had with Dr. Yuvaves.

FLASHBACK

Arthit asked around the hospital in hopes someone could tell him where Dr. Yuvaves was. He wasn't fully convinced that Kongpob's choices to want him near were only based on the fact Arthit had been the last person he had seen and heard.

No, it didn't make sense. Wouldn't Kongpob's have memories of whoever had attacked him? They would have been the last individuals he would have seen and heard, not Arthit himself. Something was amiss and Arthit was determined to find out what it was.

"Ah, Mr. Rojanpat, may I help you?"

Arthit turned to see Dr. Yuvaves pushing himself off the nurse's station desk. He quickly waii-ed the doctor, "Yes, I was wondering if I could ask you a few more questions regarding Kongpob's condition."

Dr. Yuvaves sighed, "I have told you all that I can I'm afraid. Medical technology can only tell us so much. You may have to ask Mr. Suthiluck himself your questions."

"But how do you even know what I was going to ask?" Arthit queried.

"Trust me I know and I can tell you right now I cannot give you the answers you seek, I am sorry." Dr. Yuvaves said, "Now why don't you head back to the room. I'm sure Mr. Suthliuck is quite worried about you."

Arthit didn't bother dropping his voice, "I'm the one who should be worried about him. This is after all my fault," With that Arthit turned heel and headed back to his junior's room. On the way, he realized he needed a source of comfort, something familiar. He detoured and headed towards the canteen in hopes to indulge himself in a glass of pink milk.

END OF FLASHBACK

Arthit stands up from his spot in the chair, his muscles practically yelling at him for sitting in that same position for the past hour. He moves over to look out the window of the hospital. No matter how hard he tries he can't brush away the fact he knows there's something more behind Kongpob's need to have him nearby.

"P'Arthit, are you all right?"

Arthit turns fast to see Kongpob sitting up in bed nursing his wrist delicately, "Kongpob, why aren't you sleeping?" He asks his voice coming out harsher than he wanted it to. But he knows he can't take it back now. In the small light provided Arthit can see his junior looking down at his bed sheets. His dark brown eyes once again representing those of a whipped puppy.

"I rolled onto my wrist in my sleep," Kongpob explains quietly, "The pain woke me up,"

Arthit immediately walks over to Kongpob's bed and sits down, "Do you need some painkillers? I thought they put your wrist in a sling."