Flickering Memories

Chapter 44

A/N: I had to put an image for the ex-medical buddy of Dr. K who will be making an appearance in this chapter. The image above belongs to Victor Chatchawit, one of the main actors in Water Boyy the series. Please note, he has dimples, too, just not as prominent as Dr. K's (spoiler alert, wink, wink).

Also, the image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Copter's POV

I looked around P'Kim's study and saw an emergency kit whose lid had already been opened.

I quickly looked through its contents for a container of smelling salts but there wasn't any. I had to make do with a sachet of alcohol. I tore it open and took out the swab inside and then placed it close to P'Kim's nose.

In a few seconds, he started turning his head from side to side.

I shook him by both shoulders, trying not to feel frantic. I was a doctor for Pete's sake. I shouldn't be experiencing any emotions when trying to revive an unconscious person. Now I know why doctors typically let other doctors handle medical cases of their family members. Emotions could easily adversely affect their efficiency and accuracy while treating their loved ones.

"P'Kim!" I cried, still shaking him, "open your eyes!"

He did so and then slowly sat up and held me tight in his arms.

"We will be alright, Copter," he tried to assure me, "we are not going to let that bitch tear us apart."

I really wished that he would stop referring to Emily as 'that bitch'.

I helped him up to his feet and led him to the couch.

After we both sat down, he turned to me.

"Copter, in your heart of hearts, do you really think that you have a son by that... by her?" I didn't fail to notice P'Kim's effort to not calling Emily 'that bitch' and I admired him for that. It actually endeared him to me all the more.

"I'm not sure, P'Kim," I replied, "only a DNA test with a hundred percent result is going to convince me that the boy is mine."

"Did she send you any image of that boy?" P'Kim asked.

"Yes," I replied, taking my phone from my pocket and showing him the boy's image.

Suddenly P'Kim covered his face with his hands and started sobbing.

"He is yours, Copter," he cried, "I can tell that he is yours."

"I told you earlier, P'Kim, only a hundred percent positive DNA result is going to convince me that he is mine," I said, "until then, I'm not jumping to any conclusions."

That calmed him down a little bit.

Then he stood up and walked towards the bar section of his study.

"I'm going to fix you and me a drink," he said, already taking two whiskey glasses from his glass cabinet and taking out a bottle.

"Actually, I kinda like the idea of you having a son," he was saying as he was pouring the drinks, "we could adopt him and have him as our love child."

I wasn't too sold on that idea but I was willing to see how things would play out.

I had barely taken a sip out of my glass that P'Kim had handed to me, when my phone started to ring.

Shit, it was Victor, my ex-buddy in med school with whom Emily had cheated on me.

I was tempted not to take the call but I had the feeling that it was an important one that could have an impact on me.