The Recovery Process.

Chapter 4

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Tommy watched the outside as they drove past it. He was thinking about the meeting they were going to. He knew it wasn't going to be a bad one, but he was still worried.

He hoped to see Ranboo, maybe Tubbo.

He also hoped they went to school tomorrow. He didnt want to be alone, especially if he had to use a wheelchair.

How would they cover up that one?

He stuffed his hands into his hoodie pocket with a huff.

"Whats wrong?" George asked, seemingly confused by Tommy's change in tone.

"To much thinking. How long until we get to the meeting point?" Tommy asked, they were about 15 minutes into town.

"We're going to the cafe, so five minutes." George explained, Tommy huffed.

"Here, I'll turn on music," George reached his hand to the dial and turned the volume up.

A random pop song was on, something about jumping in a Cadillac?

Tommy took the USB cord and plugged in his phone. He went to YouTube and played some classical music.

"Really?" George asked, mostly playing. Tommy laughed and bobbed his head to the music.

Tommy has always wanted a violin, but he's never found the reason to buy one, other then for his pure enjoyment.

The music made Tommy's panic leave. The rise and fall of his chest was normal again.

That all went away though as the mall came into view.

They parked as close as they could to the front, they didn't have a legal parking pass to park in the handicap spot. But they also didn't need one for long, so it didn't matter to them.

Taking off his glasses and placing them in the seat, George stepped out of the car and popped the trunk. Grabbing the wheelchair and unfolding it.

He went to Tommy's door and opened it, Tommy seemed reluctant to get out though.

"You ok?" George asked, his eyebrows squinted with worry.

"I don't want people to stare at me," Tommy informed, George nodded. "So what? They don't now you and you don't know them. If they stare, I'll stare back ten times harder." He said, Tommy laughed and eased out of the seat.

He made it to the wheelchair easily, situating himself to sit comfortably.

"You sure school will be ok?" George asked, Tommy didn't even think about that.

"I'll deal with the pain when walking," Tommy said, George frowned at this statement.

"Maybe you should wait to go back." George suggested, Tommy's eyes glossed over, he didnt now why he was getting emotional, but he was.

"I'll be fine. We should go inside though, before we're late." Tommy said, George sighed.

He pushed the boy gently through the parking lot, some people stared, some didnt.

Tommy was uncomfortable under their gaze. He felt like they were prying into his soul and they would figure out every secret he has or every lie that he's told.

They made it inside though, it was busier then the parking lot.

Tommy sucked in a deep breath as the cafe came into view. Releasing it when they were finally inside.

It wasn't busy, but it wasn't empty either.

Scott was working the counter, he smiled as they walked through. A girl was behind the counter aswell, it was Niki. He saw a help wanted sign on the counter, maybe he could apply?