to be with danger

healing

To his side, type was taking long breathes has he slept soundly. Furrowing his brow, type took a hand to his stomach has he started to feel a bit of pain, he then slowly opened his eyes to then look down to widen them, getting up he darted his eyes a bit has he saw blood everywhere, freezing he heard a gun click, moving his head up slowly he saw tharn standing there with an eye brow raised.
"Seems you've suffered a miscarriage, told you what would happen."
Hearing the shot, types whole body shook to then pop his eyes open to dart them everywhere to take in very deep breathes to then sign, he went from his side to his back to place a hand to his forehead to then flex his jaw to then place his other hand to his stomach to rub.
Calming himself down, type slowly got up to wince has his broken ribs were trying to heal.
Signing, type placed his hands behind him to roll his eyes at the same room he was confined in, bringing up a hand, he then placed it to the blanket to then move it away to then get up to go to the bathroom to relieve himself to then wash his hands to go to the kitchen to start in on something, finishing his meal, he then walked with his ankle chain that made loud noises, has it scrapped about the floor, to then go to sit down to take in a deep breathe has he eyed his food, hearing his stomach he then started in on it.
Peering his eyes to the side, he saw the doctor come in, to give type a smile to then go about to sit to the other side of him to keep his eyes to him.
"Good your eating."
Type rolled his eyes to then look down.
The doctor made a face.
"Have you've been..... Experiencing any abdominal pain or......."
Type signed to shake his head.
For the better part of a month, the doctor came in occasionally to run tests and ask the same question, he knew tharn was wanting him to have a miscarriage, however the results were showing a healthy pregnancy.
The doctor nodded.
"That's good. I am going to have to gather some blood from you."
Type then brought up his arm to place to the table to keep his eyes down.
The doctor made a face.
"I am very sorry you have to go through this."
Type rolled his eyes to then look to the doctor.
"Then do something about this, help me."
The doctor gritted his teeth to then turn his head to the side.
"Unfortunately I can't. He is.... Threatening my family if I aide you in any way."
Type shook his head in disappointment. He then got up with his plate to then turn to go to the kitchen to place it to the sink to then go about to head back to the bedroom.
"Pussy!"
The doctor turned his head to watch type go to then get up to follow, he stayed under the door frame to then look to him, type went back to the bed to be too his side, arms wrapped to look to the wall.
"That's..... Not very good for you or the baby, you need exercise."
Type closed his eyes.
"Just go away."
The doctor signed to then go to grab the materials to do a blood draw to then sit to the bed to do just that to eye type.
"I really am apologetic to your situation."
"Just be done and go away."
The doctor then looked down.
"Don't you...... Want to know how your baby is doing?"
Type flexed his jaw to then sit up to take out the needle from his forarm to then grab a bandage to then turn to his other side to go into a bit of a fatal position..
"Him and I didn't want to have a baby, I honestly don't give two shits! Now go!"
The doctor made a sullen face to then grab what he needed to then go, type signed heavily to then go to his back to Streach his arms out to eye up.
Over the course of a month, he was healing, didn't see tharn, only saw the doctor a few times, couldn't find a way out and he had no idea what happened to ceto.
Type slowly got up to eye the top of the bed to then sign, getting up he went to the small living room to sit to the couch to then turn on the television to then wrap his arms about to then make a face.
Turning his head, he heard the door open, darting his eyes he's lips then parted when he saw tharn come about, holding something, type then placed his hand over his mouth to then sprint to the bathroom.
Tharn rolled his eyes to then go to the kitchen to then place the bag down to then place his body to the counter to look down at his phone.
Coming about, type stayed to the door frame to have his head hung to eye the ground.
Silence surrounded them, tharn rolled his eyes to then place his phone away to then grab the bag to go to type to then shove it to his chest, type then opened it to eye it a bit confused.
Tharn looked him over.
"The doctor told me you were craving chocolate."
Type rolled his eyes to then let the bag drop to the ground to then start to head towards the couch, he then winced has he felt tharns hand to his head to grip his hair, tharn took him back to then go to his ear.
"Really! Your going to act has such!"
Tharn then moved type to the ground to his stomach to then bring out his gun to place to his head, type breathed heavily to have his eyes peered up at him, there eyes darted.
Tharns then narrowed to roll, he then placed his gun back to his holster to then get up to turn.
"Act however you wish. Either eat what I gave you or not. You selfish, deceitful prick!"
Type jumped a bit has he heard tharn slam the door shut, signing he then got slowly up to go to his knees to then look to the bag to then shake his head.
Probably laced with something to cause me to have a miscarriage, or kill me.
Type then got fully up to then go to the couch to lay to his side to look at the television, to then eye the bag here and there to then shake his head to wrap his arms about.
Don't give him the satisfaction.