Tomorrow I Will Love You

Chapter 2

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

For those who might not know him, his name is Khaotung Thanawat. He played the role of Fong in 2gether the series.

Khaotung's POV

When the bullets went flying I instinctively ducked and kept my head down as I frantically looked around for a place to keep myself safe. I never expected that one of those bullets would graze the side of my head and render me unconscious.

When I came to, I was lying on a hospital bed, a heavy dull pain weighing down on the left side of my head. I touched the thick bandage that practically covered all the top part of my head.

When I moved my hand, I noticed that there was a thin tubing attached to my wrist.

Oh god, I was on some kind of IV medication and hydration. I wondered how long I had been lying on this hospital bed.

At that exact moment, I heard a brief knock on the door and a young nurse in light pink scrubs came into the room to answer my question.

"Well, well, well, Mr. Thanawat!" she exclaimed with a bright smile. "For a while there I was afraid that you weren't going to come back to this world! You have been gone for the last seventy two hours!"

"How soon before I can go back home?" I asked.

"I'm afraid that would depend on how fast your wound heals," she replied, with a serious look on her face, replacing the bright and happy look that she was wearing when she first came into the room.

"How bad is it?" I asked anxiously.

"It required eighteen stitches," she replied. "It was also close to half an inch deep so it could take quite a while for it to heal. You will be needing to finish a one week dose of IV antibiotics to prevent any infection from setting in to the wound."

One week, I thought despairingly, one whole miserable week.

Suddenly I heard my stomach grumbling. I felt a bit embarrassed when I noticed that the nurse had heard it too.

"Your doctor will be here soon to check on you," she announced. "He will give us the orders for you to start on regular food if he thinks that your digestive system will be able to manage it."

I glanced at the wall clock hanging right beside the TV set. It was almost noon. I needed to have some lunch fast.

"What time is my doctor coming to see me?" I asked plaintively.

The nurse had left my room door open. My voice must have carried to the outside because some guy in a doctor's coat came in saying, "I'm afraid Dr. Sivakorn will not be able to see you right now. He is performing a surgery right now. But he has sent me to come see you and examine you and report to him my findings. The exam will definitely include an assessment of your ability to digest regular food now."

"Who are you?" I asked and immediately felt embarrassed for sounding rude, so I had to rephrase my question. "I'm sorry, I mean, may I know who you are?"

The guy in the white coat extended his hand to me.

"Hello, Mr. Thanawat, I am Intern Jutamat. I will be doing Dr. Sivakorn's room visit for him today."

I took the hand that he offered. Then he turned to the nurse.

"What are his vital signs, nurse?"

"I haven't taken them yet, Intern Jutamat," she replied, turning pink before hastily pulling at the stethoscope that had been dangling from across her shoulders.

"That's fine," Intern Jutamat said. "I will take his vital signs."

He went ahead and took my blood pressure and then listened to the sounds of my heart and my lungs and then my stomach. He took some time sliding the cold end of the stethoscope from one side of my abdomen to the other.

Then he raised himself from his bending position and said, "I believe you are able to be on a regular diet now, though I would suggest that you go easy on the solids in the beginning. Have some soft foods first, like maybe some rice porridge with soft thin strips of meat."

He turned to the nurse once more.

"I will relay all my findings to Dr. Sivakorn but in the meantime add the regular diet order into his chart but make sure to start him on soft foods."

"Yes, Intern Jutamat," she said before turning to leave the room.

Intern Jutamat turned his attention back to me.

He took a deep breath before saying, "You don't have to tell me, but I'm really curious as to  how you sustained that bullet wound on your head."

I turned my face away from him, not wanting him to see the moisture that had started to gather in my eyes.

I told myself that he himself had acknowledged that he didn't need to know. That I didn't need to tell him. So yes, no, I was not going to tell him.