Tomorrow I Will Love You

Chapter 3

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

JJ's POV

I immediately regretted asking my patient how he sustained a bullet wound in his head. Although he had quickly averted his head the moment that I had asked the question he had not turned fast enough. I had noticed the sudden gathering of tears in his eyes.

"You know what," I said, "it doesn't matter. What's important is that you recover quickly so that you can go back to your normal daily activities."

Suddenly he grabbed my wrist.

"I need your help, doctor," he whispered urgently.

"I'm not yet a doctor," I corrected him. "I'm still just an intern."

He ignored my personal information.

"I need your help," he said again, this time more urgently. "Please bring me my purse that's in my bedside drawer. I can't reach it from here."

I deeply regretted letting my curiosity get the better of me by asking him that probing question of why he had sustained a bullet wound in his head.

I slowly went over to his bedside table and opened the drawer. There was a dark brown men's purse inside. I took it out and handed it to him.

I watched as he opened it and took out a key.

"This is the key to a post office box. I am referring to the post office building that's right behind the Central Mall not too far from this hospital," he said, extending his hand to give me the key.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked as I took it with a deep sense of foreboding.

"Please unlock the box and take out the midsize dark blue velvet pouch that's tied up with a silver colored string," he said.

My sense of foreboding deepened.

"What's inside it?" I asked, my heart rate now starting to accelerate.

"It contains assorted antique jewelry with an estimated value of no less than a million and five hundred thousand bahts," he replied. "Those jewelry belong to my great grandmother who had passed them on to my grandmother, and my grandmother passed them on to my mother. She gave them to me for safekeeping shortly before she died."

"I'm not sure that I want to get involved in your personal problems," I said slowly, already factoring in the danger that it could possibly entail for me.

"I promise you nothing bad is gonna happen to you," he said in a pleading tone, his face full of anxiety. "Just bring a brown paper bag with you and drop it in there and come back and bring it to me."

"Please... please... please, Mr. Intern," he said, gripping my wrist even harder, "my life depends on it!"

"I'm not promising anything," I said firmly. "If I get the chance to do it before the post office closes, I will let you know. In the meantime, just lie back and relax."

Before either he nor I could say anything else, an orderly entered the room carrying his lunch tray.

I stepped aside so that the orderly could get access to the bedside table. The orderly then set the tray on it and wheeled it to the bed and pushed the table top just across the patient's chest so that he could easily eat from the tray.

"Mr. Intern," the patient called out just as I turned around to make my exit from his room.

I glanced quickly at his chart. I noted his name.

"What is it, Mr. Thanawat?" I asked.

"Please don't go yet," he begged.

"Why?" I asked.

He thanked the orderly first and then waited for him to leave the room before talking to me again.

"If it's too much for you to come back here after you take the jewelry pouch from the post office box, you can bring it home with you first and then just give it to me the next day," he said.

"I don't think that I would like to bring it home with me," I said, "I would prefer to bring it to you right after."

"Very well," he said. "I really appreciate your going out of your way to help me. It means a lot to me."

I nodded and quickly walked out the door before he could detain me any more.

I stopped by the nurses station and asked one of the nurses if there were any brown paper bags inside the med room.

"Let me check," the nurse said before going inside the med room.

After a brief wait, he came out with a white paper bag instead of a brown one.

"I'm afraid this is the only kind of paper bag that we have in there," he said in an apologetic tone.

"That would do very well, thank you," I said, taking the white paper bag before making my way to Dr. Sivakorn's office.

"He's not in his office yet," Dr. Sivakorn's secretary informed me.

"Will you kindly pass on this chart to him?" I asked, handing her Khaotung Thanawat's chart.

"I will," she replied, taking it.

"Did he leave any more tasks for me to do?" I asked.

She went through the pile of papers on her desk before saying, "Are you Intern Jutamat?"

Uh oh, here it comes, I thought.

"Yes," I replied.

"Well, it looks like all I need from you is the chart containing the report from your room visit with his patient Mr. Thanawat which is the one you handed me just now," she said.

Whew, thank the universe for that.

"Very well, than, I will be on my way," I said with much relief.

As I made my way to the hospital basement, I looked at the key that my sweaty palm was holding. It looked just like an ordinary key. Little did I know that it was the key that would open a whole new world of danger for me.