Flickering Memories

Chapter 29

Third Person POV

Kimmon did not waste time sending a thank you text to Nurse Juliet.

He jumped into his car, forgetting that his right knee was not yet fully recovered. He grimaced in pain as he recklessly bent it to sit behind the wheel.

He opened the glove compartment and took out a bottle of extra strength Tylenol. He popped a couple pills into his mouth and uncapped an eight ounce bottled water that was sitting in the cup holder between the driver's seat and the front passenger seat. He quickly downed the two pills and revved the engine after setting up his GPS.

He was pleasantly surprised to discover that Dr. K's residence was a mere five and a half miles away from his own house. It took him just a little over fifteen minutes before his GPS announced that he had reached his destination.

Dr. K's residence was a modest one story bungalow at the end of a cul-de-sac. It had an open driveway and the property was not surrounded by a fence. It did have the sign of a security company that monitored his property. The sign had been set up prominently in his front yard. The entrance to his house had a surveillance camera installed overhead. Very smart security measures, Dr. K, Kimmon thought as he parked his car right behind Copter's.

With a racing heart, Kimmon eased himself out of his car, taking care not to cause any more pain on his right knee.

He hated how the pain pill was already taking effect on him. He was of course happy that it had relieved his pain but the problem was it had a heavy drowsiness side effect on him.

He was almost walking sideways as he sleepily made his way towards Dr. K's front door.

He pressed on the buzzer.

By the time Dr. K opened the front door, Kimmon collapsed sleepily into Dr. K's arms.

Copter's POV

I parked my car in the driveway and managed to unlock my front door after several attempts. I'm normally able to unlock my front door with just one try but because I was emotionally unstable this evening my shaking fingers were finding it hard to fit the key into the hole.

I was already unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it carelessly on the couch in the living room as I passed by it on my way to the kitchen.

My throat felt parched. I needed a cold drink.

I walked towards my fridge and opened it. I took out a bottle of brown ale, not caring that I was only a bottle of beer away from getting well and truly drunk. All the glasses of gin and vermouth and bourbon and brandy that I had imbibed at Kimmon's house had already gotten me tipsy.

I drank from the bottle like I was just drinking water. Ignoring my already swimming head, I opened the fridge once more to take out a second bottle.

I had not yet uncapped it when my front door buzzed.

In an alert state, I would normally peek through the eye hole of my front door to see who my prospective visitor was before opening it, but because I was already suffering from an alcohol brain, I carelessly opened the door.

In an instant Kimmon collapsed in my arms.

If I had not been drunk, I would have been steady on my feet, but the second that my arms bore his weight, I fell backwards on my thankfully soft and thickly carpeted floor, with Kimmon landing on my naked chest.

I rolled him onto his back. I smelled his breath for alcohol, belatedly realizing that it was a waste of my time because of course he had imbibed alcohol with me earlier and definitely his breath would smell of it.

It didn't appear to me that his collapse was due to drunkenness, though.

I went to a cabinet in the hallway where I stored my stethoscope and sphygmomanometer and went back to him to check his vital signs.

Apart from a slightly elevated respiratory rate, all his vital signs were within normal range.

I loosened the waist band of his pants to facilitate his breathing.

As I was doing so, his eyes opened.

My blood rushed up to my face when he fixed a hard gaze on my lips.

Then he looked at my bare chest, and then down to my hand that was still resting on the waist band of his pants.

"It's not what you're thinking," I said, in an embarrassed whisper.

My heart caught in my throat when he did not say a word but shot a gleeful, naughty smile at me.

Oh shit, what was he thinking now.

Suddenly I realized that even if I knew, I didn't care.