Flickering Memories

Chapter 28

A/N: I had to put in an image of Nurse Juliet who will be giving her own POV in this chapter and I chose the image of actress Maengmum who played the role of Yihwa in Together With Me. The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Copter's POV

I could barely see the road ahead of me as I tried to drive myself back home. My unshed tears were practically blinding me.

I tried to slow down and instantly elicited an angry honk from the motorist behind me.

"Up yours, motherfucker," I thought angrily, "my safety is more important than your convenience. You can always change lanes and overtake me."

Even while Kimmon was still under my care, I had already sensed that he was a strong willed person, used to always getting his way, and very possessive to the nth degree.

But, no sir, I cannot allow him to delve into my past. My painful past was none of his goddamned business. My painful past is the reason that I have to think twice, thrice and even more, before I commit to anyone. I cannot allow myself to get hurt all over again. No, not ever again. I would not be able to survive another similar experience.

The image of Emily came unbidden to me.

I almost drove past my own driveway.

Nurse Juliet's POV

My muted phone was vibrating like crazy in the pocket of my uniform.

I couldn't even stop to fish it out of my pocket to see who was frantically calling me . Yes, frantically is the right word, because whoever it was, was trying to reach me nonstop.

I was in the middle of applying some triple antibiotic ointment on the surgical site of my patient and then covering it with dry dressing and picture framing it with some paper tape.

When I finally finished the wound treatment, I sighed and looked at my phone screen.

Twenty seven, 27, if you want it in numerical form, 27 missed calls from Mr. Kimmon Varodom. What in bloody hell was going on???

All kinds of crazy scenarios started running through my brain. Did he fuck poor Dr. K to unconsciousness and didn't know the first thing about reviving an unconscious person?

I asked to be excused from the nurses' station and went inside the ladies room.

A frantic Kimmon took my return call at the very first ring.

"Juliet, oh, Juliet!" he just kept saying over and over. If my name had been fucking Romeo, I swear to god, I would have said to him, "wherefore art thou, Kimmon?"

But I had to calm him down first before he lost consciousness himself.

"Kimmon, please calm down, take a deep breath first, and then tell me what's going on," I said, using my professional voice to remind him that he was talking to a nurse at the other end of the line, who could guide him through some medical emergency.

"He left me just because ... just because ..."

"Just because what, Kimmon??? Please cut to the chase, I am in the middle of a very busy shift," I said, trying to keep my patience intact.

"Juliet... " I could hear him sobbing now, "I want to kill myself right now! I made the mistake of asking him how many lovers he has had before me!"

'Tsk, tsk, serious mistake' I wanted to tell him. One of Dr. K's pet peeves was presumptuousness in a person. How could Kimmon assume that he and Dr. K were already lovers after just one date??? Was it even a date. Kimmon had told Dr. K that their meeting this evening was just an appreciation dinner and nothing more. Maybe Kimmon had termed it that way so as not to frighten Dr. K away. Dr. K did not like things going fast in the emotions department. He was a very slow, deliberate person in that department.

"What do I do now, Juliet?" Kimmon's voice abruptly cut into my thoughts.

On impulse, I said, "Go after him. I will text you his address and you can put it in your GPS."

Only after I had texted Kimmon Dr. K's address did the thought occur to me that I could get fired for what I did. It was strictly prohibited to hand out personal information of a hospital personnel to anyone, especially not to a non-hospital individual, without getting consent from the hospital employee.

I was in deep shit. In a fit of anger, Dr. K could so easily get me fired from the hospital, and with good reason.

I prayed to all the deities that I could think of, to spare me from losing my job.