A/N:  I would like to apologize in advance that this chapter will be a short one.  i wrote my first story "Six Moons in Manila" and this second one while I was on vacation.  Sadly my vacation has ended so there might be a longer gap between chapters but I will try my best not to make it too long in between chapters.  Thank you for your understanding. 

Kimmon's POV

During the drive back to the city I let Copter choose the songs he wanted to play along the way.  Good lord, I just realized that I was so whipped for this cute little devil.  He had me wrapped around his tiny finger but I didn't mind.  I knew that I would be doing anything he wanted me to do just to please him.

I listened to him singing along to the song he was playing in my car.  His singing voice was really good.  I was so impressed.  I found myself falling deeper and deeper under his spell.

I was enjoying listening to Copter'singing voice that I did not realize we had already reached his house.  Goodness gracious, the two and a half hours drive had zoomed by like the speed of a bullet train.

Before he got out of the car, we gave each other a long hug.  We did not want to end the embrace but we had to hurry to get prepared for our promo shoot in an hour.

"See you later," Copter said as he stepped out of the car.

"Wait," I said, "do you want me to pick you up later?"

"No, it's okay," he said, "I'm gonna ask my mom to bring me to our shooting location.

"See you later then,"  I said.  I waited for him to get inside the gate before I drove away.

Later when I arrived at the building where the promo shoot was to take place, everyone was already there except Copter.  I wondered what was holding him up.  I should have insisted to pick him up and bring him here with me.

I tried calling him several times but he didn't pick up my call.  Finally I thought of calling his mom.  Thankfully I had his mom's phone number as one of my contacts.

She also did not pick up my calls.  I was starting to get worried.  I tried calling Copter again but he still would not pick up.  I tried calling his mom again.  Finally I heard his mom's voice on the other end.

"Nong Kim!"  her voice sounded distressed and I could tell from the quiver in her voice that she was crying.  "Nong Kim!" she cried, "I'm here at the Bangkok General Hospital right now.  I had to rush Copter here!  He has to undergo surgery!"

I felt my whole world collapse around me.  I quickly approached our manager.

"Copter is in the hospital right now undergoing surgery,"  I said in a very tense voice.  "I have to go to him."

"You can't!" he said, "the shoot is about to start!"

"I have to go to him,"  I said firmly and determinedly.  He did not try to stop me.  He could see my make up all messed up by the tears flowing down my face.

I was bumping occasionally into people as I was running to my car.  My tears were blinding me and I could not properly see.

"Please do not die on me, Copter.  Please do not die on me, please, please, please,"  I repeated over and over as I made my way to the hospital.  It was a miracle that I managed to reach the hospital without getting into any accidents or getting stopped by a traffic violation officer because I had driven beyond the speed limit and my tears made me hardly see the traffic around me.