Doctor Annastacia's Love Scandal
Blank Space in JC's Heart

Two weeks after JC woke up from the coma after the brain surgery he had undergone, the neurologist allowed him to go home. There is a health condition control schedule once a week that JC must adhere to.

JC had a lot of homework to do because he forgot everything including the lyrics of his songs which topped the weekly billboard charts in America and other parts of the world. He is still under contract with Young Talented Entertainment until the end of the year. That means under any circumstances, he must continue to live his artist's life.

Max Brury, JC's artist manager, helped present JC's song recordings and arrangement books. JC slowly learned it again just like a toddler learning to walk. Slowly but surely, he can master the songs again because deep down on the surface of his amnesia, there is a huge hidden talent. Of course, this received great appreciation and support from Max. They have been very close to each other since they were like brothers.

The white Kintamani puppy named Spice Girl became JC's best friend. He didn't remember that it was Annastacia's birthday present a few months ago when they were on the island of Bali. The Spice Girl was of course used to JC because of him and Annastacia used to be her lord and mistress.

There were certain moments in JC's heart that felt empty and aching without him knowing the reason. Especially after he sings his love songs that are so sweet. The song titled 'Not Our Farewell' almost made him cry when he finished singing it. It's like a very deep feeling contained in that song. He was daydreaming and trying to remember his memories. However, it was as if his mind was covered by a thick fog.

Not infrequently JC cried and screamed in his sleep. However, when he woke up he did not remember anything. There was only a space in the recesses of his heart. He doesn't remember anything from his past.

When JC had that nightmare, the Spice Girl always woke him up by licking his face and hitting its forepaws on JC's shoulder until the young man woke up.

"Max, I feel like I have to see a psychiatrist. I don't know why my heart hurts so much because I can't remember my memories. Did I have a lover before? My songs feel so thick with love for a girl," said JC when lounging on a bench by the pool that afternoon.

JC was wearing sunglasses so Max couldn't see the expression on his face. His eyes were sparkling with tears though. His soul seemed to be tormented by feelings that he could not express.

Max carefully replied to JC, " You have many girls who are fans of JC, maybe you once fell in love with one of them. You kept your relationship a secret from me before you got a head injury and got amnesia. I'll replace a good psychiatric doctor for you as soon as possible, Jason." He had to lie for the good of everyone, as well as his sister-in-law's married life to John Baldere.

JC nodded his head in agreement with Max's words. He probably used to have a special relationship that he kept secret from everyone. There was not a single article on the internet that he could replace about the girl he had become his girlfriend in recent times.

The paparazzi's old articles about setting love stories with beautiful female celebrities who have foundered are the ones he replaces. When he searched for photos of celebrities who became ex-girlfriends, the number was quite surprising. None of them evoke the slightest feeling of liking or admiration even though they are all beautiful.

Until JC asked his manager, "Max, was I a playboy before?"

Max burst into laughter at JC's question, he answered, "Yes and no. If you follow the paparazzi and social media versions, the answer is yes. However, if you ask me, who knows your daily life, then the answer is no. You're a popular artist who is a workaholic, Jason. You are much more interested in working on the weekends than dating first."

Hearing Max's answer, he also nodded his head. Indeed, being a popular artist requires hard work, and it has become a habit for him to try his hardest.

A few days after their conversation, Max contacted JC to come to the psychologist's practice at the hospital. St. Petersburg International is on the 5th floor. The psychologist's name is Doctor Anna Marie Karapova, she is Russian-American. The female doctor specializes in post-traumatic syndrome which fits what JC needs.

Without arguing, JC complied with the appointment with the doctor that Max had made for him that afternoon. It was Brad Lennin who accompanied him to the hospital for his first psychiatric therapy.

"Good afternoon, Nurse. I'm Jason Channing who has an appointment with Doctor Anna Marie Karapova. Should I wait?" JC said at the psychiatric clinic patient registration table.

The registration nurse looked at JC with a blush, she was happy because she could meet famous artists from all over America. "Good afternoon, JC. Wow, I didn't expect to meet you in person. Ehm... you can go straight to examination room 1, you are Doctor Anna's last patient this afternoon. Go ahead," replied the young nurse while showing examination room 1.

JC walked into examining room 1 alone, while Brad Lennin sat waiting for him in the patient waiting room chair across the room.

He knocked on the door of examining room 1 before opening the door and then entering the room.

A woman in her early 30s sits behind a doctor's desk studying the files on her desk. She then took off her reading glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose before looking at the next patient. The young man stepped in politely and said, "Good afternoon, Doctor Anna. May I sit here?"

Anna's head lifted and the eyes of the two of them met each other. A pair of beautiful turquoise eyes stared into JC's pale blue eyes. "Please sit down," said Doctor Anna Marie Karapova kindly.

There was a strange sinking feeling in JC's heart when he saw those pair of turquoise eyes. Have the two of them met before? Or did he fall in love at first sight with the beautiful doctor? he thought.

Anna Marie cleared her throat because her new patient was staring at her unblinkingly and a little dumbfounded. "Um... are you Mister Jason Channing? Maybe we could move to the lounger so you can relax a bit. Come on ...," she said.

The young man stood up following his doctor and sat in the chair meant for him. He was still stealing glances at the pretty doctor's face. Somehow that face looked familiar in his eyes, blue-green eyes with reddish-brown hair. What a beautiful combination as a woman, thought JC.

"Doc, if I may ask ... do you have a boyfriend?" asked JC without feeling embarrassed. He had to make sure the woman he liked didn't belong to someone else before making any further advances.

The young woman chuckled at her patient's question, should she answer it? thought Anna-Marie. She's not looking for a mate, but she's indeed single.