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

Newwie's POV

Just after Kimmie finished checking himself out in the bathroom mirror before stepping out to talk to Dr. K, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I always made sure whenever I was with Kimmie that my phone was on mute and vibrate mode just in case my sweetheart Tay gave me a call.

Sure enough when I took a quick peek at my phone, it was Tay calling me. I declined the call and sent him a quick text saying that I couldn't take his call at this time.

"But Dr. K and his nurse are not here!" Kimmie was practically wailing, sounding so disappointed at the absence of Dr. K.

A thought occurred to me. Why did Kimmie check his image in the bathroom mirror when I told him that Dr. K was in the room to see him and why was he overeager to see Dr. K? Okay, please don't tell me the unthinkable. I refuse to entertain the thought.

"You told me that Dr. K was here! Where is he???" I was starting to get irritated.

"But he and his nurse were here just before you called me to help you out in the bathroom," I countered. "Do you want me to buzz the nurse's station?"

"Let's do that," said Kimmie.

We were informed by the nurse at the station that Dr. K had gone on his coffee break and we were told that he would not be back in the next fifteen minutes.

I heard Kimmie mutter "Damn!" under his breath.

My phone was vibrating continuously in my pocket. While Kimmie looked distracted, I went into the bathroom and took Tay's call.

"Stop calling me, Tay! I texted you that I couldn't take your call at the moment! I am with Kimmon right now! Do you want him to know that we're seeing each other behind his back???" I whispered into my phone.

"Who are you talking to and why are you whispering?" I jumped at the sound of Kim's voice. He was right behind me.

I stuffed my phone quickly back into my pocket.

Kimmon's POV

That darned Dr. K can be so impatient. He couldn't wait long enough for me to make myself presentable before I could get out of the bathroom. And then again a doctor's schedule can be so tight. Every single minute counted.

Also, with all the day's stress of course he needed to have a break. I tried to be reasonable but I still couldn't help feeling disappointed.

I turned to tell Newwie to fix me a cup of coffee from the portable coffee maker in my room but he was no longer by my side. My sharp hearing detected his voice whispering in the bathroom.

I tiptoed towards the bathroom and caught the tail end of his sentence "...that we're seeing each other behind his back?"

"Who are you talking to and why are you whispering?" I demanded to know.

The flushed face and the guilty look set off buzzing sounds in my brain.

An image flashed before me. I was in a crowded banquet hall. I was walking towards the men's room. I could hear muffled sounds inside one of the cubicles.

"When are you gonna tell him?" I could hear the voice even if it was in a whisper.

I can see myself flushing the urinal after relieving myself and then pretending to leave the men's room.

"Give me time, Tay! C'mon, we just got engaged tonight!"

The electrical buzzes in my brain set off another massive headache. I pressed my fingers on either side of my head, grimacing intensely.

"Let me go to the nurses' station to fetch you a pain pill," I heard Newwie offer.

"Yes, go, and never come back!" I cried, still holding on to my head.

"What?!" Newwie asked in astonishment.

"You heard me you cheating bastard! Get out of here and don't ever show your face to me ever again!" I yelled at him, making my headache throb even more.

"But sweetheart..."

I grabbed a coffee cup. When he saw me about to hurl it at him, he grabbed his backpack and foldable bed and hastily left the room.

I hurled the coffee cup at the closing door. It smashed onto the floor, breaking into several pieces, much like how my heart was breaking right now.

All this time ... all this fucking time ... How could I be so blind.

My hands curled tightly at the edges of my pillow case.

What an idiot I was. A trusting, loving idiot. An idiot nonetheless.

My headache turned into a throbbing pounding kind of headache.

I need to talk to Dr. K. Dr. K would know what to do. He always did.