Another Me, and You

Fragment No.1

..huh? this is..

Arthit opened his eyes and looked to his surroundings. It was a strange feeling. The outlook of the room is the same, but it's not his room. As he look beside him..

Euy! Who is this guy?!

Arthit almost jumped out from fright. It scared him. why the hell he is.. naked?! He is naked with an equally naked guy on the bed!!

Shit. Arthit.. don't panic. Calm yourself.. you're going to be a head hazer this year.

Slowly, Arthit decided to crept out from the bed, gathered all his belongings and run away from the scene. As he got out from the building, he noticed that he was in the same neighborhood, in fact, the building was just in front of his! No wonder it looked the same as Arthit's.

But.. why does he has this uneasy feeling inside of him? like he doesn't belong here.. everything seems to be jumbled. He was disoriented. The panic he suppressed earlier bubbled to the surface once again.

And, the next thing he knew, he was laying on the concrete. Vision blurring..

Oh. A car accidentally hit him. was his last of thought.

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Once again, Arthit found himself awake. He feels like he has a strange dream. But, it might not be a dream after all, because what he saw first thing after his eyes opened was a dull ceiling, and there's a strong smell of antiseptic.

He is in a hospital.

"P' Arthit? Are you awake?" there's a voice calling him from his right side. After he oriented himself, that he is indeed in a hospital and now laying on a hospital bed, he turned to the voice.

A stranger.

"..who?" he frowned to the guy. He seems younger than Arthit.

The guy laughed dryly. "You're joking, right Phi? It's Em, khrub. I'll let the doctor know, na. wait a bit."

As the guy gone, the frowned on Arthit's face deepened. Em? He doesn't know anyone with that name.

The doctor came, busy checking up on him. on his peripheral vision, he can see his Mae looking at him weirdly. And there's also Knot beside her. And.. is that, the strange guy he slept with?

Fuck!

"Khun, can you tell me your name?" the doctor asked strangely. It must be showing on his face because the doctor reasoned that it was only standard procedure. So he went along, telling them his name, his birthday, the King that reign.. and the year right now.

"Huh? I'm wrong?" again, a frowned makes way to Arthit's face.

"It's okay. It might be because you're still disoriented. Now, can you tell me about your university life?" the doctor kept asking and assuring him.

"I'm in my third year. I'll be a head hazer this year." Gasped was heard once he said that. Arthit looked to the far corner of his room, where all the occupants widened their eyes and there's a hint of panic on their face.

..what? did I do wrong, again?

The doctor and the nurses keep assuring him that it was okay. That he was just a little disoriented. But Arthit knows that there's a hint of nervousness on their face. There is, indeed, something wrong, as Arthit know in a later date. He missed a good chunk of his memory. Almost a year of it.

And it seems, now his fear is justified. Because so much was happening on that year.

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