Flickering Memories

Chapter 9

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

Copter's POV

I was the first to recover and to straighten up. I disciplined my emotions and managed to unlock the door of my office without further incident.

I motioned for Earth to come inside my office and to sit on one of the two chairs facing my desk.

I went over to my room refrigerator and offered him a bottle of spring water. He declined.

"I'm alright," he said as he sat himself on one of the chairs.

I offered him a carton of ice cold vegetable juice as an alternative but he said "No, thanks."

What's the matter with him and Newwie? They were both not into health drinks and I totally disapprove when I see people, especially my patients, downing sugary, artificially flavored drinks which can contribute to developing acquired diabetes. It concerned me that acquired diabetes was something that could be avoided and yet there was a growing rise of cases of this dangerous disease.

"Fine then," I said with a sigh.

He must have heard my sigh because he hastened to explain, "Please do not be offended that I turned down your offer of a drink. It's just because before I came to see Kimmon I had a late lunch and had a big glass of soda to go with it."

I was so tempted to say, 'oh dear, you just drank a big glass of diabetes.' but I held my tongue. No need to offend someone on whom I was depending to give me critical information about my patient, information that could hold the key in finding out what possible traumatic emotional experience he might have gone through to cause his current amnesia.

"How long have Newwie and Kimmon been together?" I decided not to waste any more time and get straight to my interview. After all I had promised Kimmon that Earth and I were gonna be gone for just a few minutes. He was surely  impatiently waiting for us to go back to his room. Kimmon had given me the impression that patience was not one of his virtues.

Earth thought carefully before replying.

"I chose Newwie from among the many applicants to model our line of men's clothing . He easily stood out from among the applicants because of his unique good looks and well built body. His figure made our clothing look really good. That was a little over six months ago. I remember bringing to Kimmon's office to let Kimmon meet our newly hired model. I was actually very proud of myself that I had chosen the best of the bunch, the cream of the crop. Newwie and Kimmon started dating shortly after they met and then two weeks before Kimmon's road accident he had asked Newwie to marry him. They had been celebrating their engagement that night of the accident."

"What was Newwie's reaction?" I needed to know.

"Reaction to what?" Earth didn't get my question immediately. He was still immersed in how he was responsible for Newwie and Kimmon meeting and falling in love.

"His reaction to Kimmon's road accident," I replied.

"I couldn't reach him for several days," Earth nodded before speaking. "I had been frantically trying to call him while I went back and forth to this hospital to see how Kim was doing, but Newwie's phone kept directing me to his voicemail. I was getting worried that Kim was in a constant state of lethargy and I could not communicate with him. I was grateful to finally see him awake and talking today."

"Do you think that they had some kind of argument on the night of the accident?" I asked.

"Not that I know of," Earth answered, "I wasn't actually present at the engagement party because I was working overtime in my office looking through the sketches of the men's blazers that our fashion designer had submitted to me that day."

"However," Earth continued, but I noticed that he had heaved a sigh just before proceeding, "however, one of the guests whom I had spoken to, had told me that he had seen Kim leaving the reception hall with a very troubled expression on his face."

"Do you have any theory of what might have caused Kimmon to look so troubled that night?" I asked even though I felt that he might not have any clue.

Earth looked down on his hands that were resting on his lap. He seemed to be thinking long and hard. I could tell that he was having some kind of debate within himself. Finally he looked up at me with a very serious expression on his face.

"Promise me, Dr. K, that if and when Kimmon recovers his memory, that you will not mention to him what I am about to tell you and especially that this information came from me." Earth said, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

"You have my word," I said, placing my hand on my left chest, realizing that my heart was thudding loudly against it.

Just what was he about to tell me. It was some time before I realized that I had been holding my breath.