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

Third Person POV

The moment that Newwie left the room, Kimmon turned to Dr. K.

"Can you hug me again, please, Dr. K?" he pleaded with his arms outstretched, waiting for Dr. K to come close to the bed.

"But... but you're no longer crying," Dr. K protested, staying just where he had been by the wall where Newwie had pushed him into.

"I know, it's just somehow I feel secure when I feel your arms around me," Kimmon explained, his arms staying outstretched, his hands making the motions for Dr. K to come forward.

Dr. K thought, if it would help his patient to feel better and to recover, he would give in to his patient's wish. After all, loving touches was one of the time tested and most efficient methods of healing.

Once more, Dr. K bent down and hugged Kimmon.

"Thank you, Dr. K," Kimmon whispered and encircled Dr. K in a tight embrace.

As he did so, something flickered in Kimmon's memory. It was the image of himself, with his arms around someone, but the image was brief and blurry.

He shook his head and let go of Dr. K, pressing his fingers against either side of his head.

"Are you alright, Kimmon?" asked Dr. K with much concern.

"I ... something flashed across my mind, doctor," said Kimmon with some hesitation, "I ... it was an image of me holding someone in my arms, the way I was holding you... but the image was blurry, I could not even see the other person's face, damn it!"

"It's alright, it's alright," Dr. K assured his patience. His voice did not indicate it, but Dr. K was very much excited at the new turn of events. It was small, but it was the beginning, the first step to getting back his patient's lost memory.

Kimmon turned his face once more to Dr. K to say something, when they both heard a knock on the door and a tall, well muscled, good looking young man walked in.

"Hello, Kim," said the young man, "finally you are awake! I have been back and forth the last several days and I could never catch you in an alert state. Today, I am lucky to see you this way!"

The young man noticed Dr. K and bowed to him with his hands clasped together.

Dr. K stretched out his hand to him.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Kerdthongtavee, I'm Kimmon's doctor. I have been assigned by the head of our psychiatry department to assess his memory loss and to give him the necessary treatment to recover his memory."

The young man took Dr. K's hand.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Dr. Ker... Kerd..." the young man said with an embarrassed smile at not being able to get the doctor's name right.

"Just call me Dr. K," said Copter with a smile as he shook hands with the good looking young man.

'Holy shit' the young man was saying to himself silently, 'those dimples must have killed a lot of people in their path.' He didn't feel like letting go of the doctor's hand right away. He wanted to continue holding on to it.

"Dr. K, my name is Earth Watthanasetsiri. I'm the marketing manager of Kimmon's garments company." said Earth with a bright smile, his hand still holding on to Dr. K.

Earth's voice sounded very pleasant to Copter's ears. He could listen to Earth talk all day and he would never get bored.

Copter's heart fluttered for a second. He liked the feel of this young man's grip. It felt sincere and honest. Copter was good at reading other people's character. He could tell that Earth was someone he could trust, someone who could be depended on in a tight situation.

"You are my marketing manager?" asked Kimmon.

Earth and Kimmon immediately let go of each other's hands, turning to Kimmon with self conscious smiles, a tinge of pink creeping into their individual necks.

Shit, both Earth and Copter had forgotten Kimmon' presence. They had both been too engrossed with each other, enjoying the happy moment of meeting each other for the first time.