The room was white with lavender curtains, rugs and bedding. A breeze billows past the silken clothes, revealing the sweet scent of strawberries and lillies that are in the garden under the terrace. Over there on the chest near the terrace sat the jewelry box playing it's lullaby.

(This is definitely mom's room. It's been so long since I have seen it.) Kile walked over toward the chest. Just when he was about to touch the singing box. He caught a glimpse of a woman's silhouette. "Mom?" He burst through the curtain.

Kile wakes up back in his chair, looking at the water. (I'm back? I guess that was a dream.) "It would have been good to see you again." The sky seemed the same as before he went to sleep. "I wonder how long I have been asleep?

Three days have passed but still no improvement in the patient. He searches the chart looking for some symbol of change. (What could be going on in his mind?) He stood at the nursing station to finish up his coffee.

Zack eyes the doctor as he scans the pages over and over again. "Dr. Hearth is there a problem with the chart?"

"No. I just feel like I'm missing something. The blood loss was great but he should still be able to wake up. The oxygen was given timely since he was discovered early. Something's not quite right.

"Do you think it's a mental block?"

"Yeah, it's possible. A possibility that I am afraid of." (What could have happened to make you take things so far … More than once?

His mind drift back to the conversation he had in the CSD’s(Chief of Specialist department.) office earlier. They were joined by Mr Steel’s Manager/Entertainment Lawyer and Pr Manager. He arrives at the open office door and knocks.

“Ah. Dr. Hearth you’re here. Come in and let me introduce you. This is Mr. Carter he represents Mr Steel legally as well as in business, and this is Ms Strata, she handles all media and public matters.” His eyes gave a sharp warning before turning back to smile at the guess. “This is Dr. Hearth. He will be closely monitoring Mr. Steel until he fully recovers.”

“Are you sure he can fully recover here? I won’t tolerate any mistakes with his care.” Mr Carter’s serious face removes the fake hospitality from the chief’s face.

“Carter, We don’t have the time for your threats today. We need to find a way to do damage control. I can’t keep the media at bay for too long. They are already making up their own stories.” She turns flashing a quick warm smile. “ Hello, no time for the Ms, just call me Strata. We will be working closely until Kile makes a full recovery. Now can you tell me his exact condition so I can figure out how to frame it for the public?”

“I’m sorry uh mm Strata. It’s too early to tell if there is a real problem. His treatment went well. He will probably wake up any day now. I can’t give you any more details than this. Shouldn’t you call his family? I think they should know what is going on. Family and friends usually help patients like these recover more quickly.”

“Honest and to the point. I like it. We will work well together, but answer your question. No. He is an orphan as for friends. That doesn't happen often. He really doesn't take a liking to people very well. The few he has liked hasn’t last long with his temper.” She shook her head sadly. “You can say aside from us he is alone.” Her eyes suddenly lights up. “Oh wait! There is this new kid he has been hanging out with. But I don’t know how close they are. I will give her a call.”

“New Kid?” Carter Interjected. “How come I have never heard of her. Why are you letting him meet people when he has a showing coming up?”

She smiles at the two doctors while placing her hand on his shoulders. “This is neither the time nor the place.” She whispered through gritted teeth. As the doctors watched her and they missed her heel digging into the back of Carter’s shoe.

The manager flashes a pain lace smile. “ Like you said, we can discuss this later.”

"Uh? Dr. Hearth?" Zack calls.

"Hm?" He hadn’t realized he space out. “Sorry. What were you saying again?

“Do we have family we can contact?”

“No. He has no family. There may be a friend, someone is already working on it. Do me a favor and send over the old files on Kile Steel to my office. Tell them I want it by the end of the day.”

“You got it!”

Jared quietly walks into room 301. The patient laid there motionless his sober face held a slight sadness. That he recognized all too well. A sadness that comes with loneliness.

“You must have a lot of painful secrets hiding in your head.” (Maybe more than mine.)