Tomorrow I Will Love You

Chapter 5

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

JJ's POV

With a sweaty palm I carefully unlocked the post office box that had the corresponding number on the key that my patient Khaotung had given me.

Even while I was driving toward the post office and making my way inside the building, I kept cursing at myself for going beyond the care that I was giving my patient. The hospital administrator should have a special kind of trophy to award someone like me for going way beyond the call of duty towards a patient.

I could hear my heart thudding loudly against my chest as I carefully placed the velvet pouch into the white paper bag. I did not bother to look at what was inside. Even though it was small it felt heavy. How many heirlooms were inside this pouch and what kind of gems were in there. Most probably gold necklaces and gold rings and earrings. The pendants were probably adorned with rubies or diamonds or emeralds or sapphire, and probably so were the rings and earrings.

I looked around before rolling up the top part of the white paper bag before putting back the key into the lock that was attached to the door of the post office box.

I didn't have the chance to step away from the post office box. I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and before I could take a quick look at the man's face he forcibly made me walk beside him saying in a breathy whisper, "Come with me if you don't want to get hurt."

Khaotung's POV

"Who is Intern Jutamat and why are you so worried about him?" my cousin Marc asked while removing the cover of my hospital dinner tray to see what was there.

"Why don't you go get yourself some dinner and I will tell you all about it when you get back?" I countered. "You must be hungry by now. You haven't left me yet since you had a small burger and a drink for lunch."

"Okay, I might just do that," Marc said. "The smell of these sesame beef skewers is actually making me hungry. Doctor K was right to feel offended at the thought of you not liking their hospital food."

"Mmmhhhmmm," I said looking at Marc with what I hoped was a noticeable glint in my eye.

I produced the reaction I was waiting for. He was blushing furiously.

"Not a word," he said, poking an index finger at me before rushing out the door.

When seven o'clock came without the appearance of Intern Jutamat, real worry came flooding into my brain. He had explicitly expressed that he had no intention of bringing the velvet pouch home with him. He had intended to bring it back here to me.

So where was he? What had happened to him? The post office building was not too far from this hospital. What was holding him up? Did he by any chance decide to make a run for it and enjoy the rest of his life in some vacation island somewhere in the Caribbean? I slapped my face, feeling guilty and ashamed for entertaining that thought.

What if...... oh god, no...... I wasn't going to even start entertaining a different thought. Those goons could possibly not have anything to do with Intern Jutamat's no show.