to be with danger

not what it seems

With his arms wrapped about himself, mr. Tyme was to a room to take in deep breathes after he had been waiting for two hours has type was to another room with the doctor.
Hearing the door, Mr. Tyme turned to widened his eyes has the doctor came out, he then went to him..
"Is the baby...."
The doctor shook his head.
"No he did not miscarriage."
Mr. Tyme looked down to breathe in and out in relief.
"Mm.... Then what happened?"
"I told you he is not well, nor taking care of himself, also....... You two were.... Being physical correct?"
Mr. Tyme slowly looked up.
"That is not of your business."
"It is actually, that is why his stomach started to hurt and he bled, you were being too rough."
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes to then go about the doctor.
"Good to know."
The doctor turned to eye over him.
"Mr. Tyme!"
He stopped to hang his head a bit.
"What?"
"If you keep this up with him, he will lose that baby."
"Mm.....dully noted."
The doctor signed to eye the floor to feel very bad for Mr. Mauki.
To the bed, type was to his side to furrow his brow to have his hand to his stomach to be widly confused.
Hearing the door, type signed to close his eyes, Mr. Tyme looked him over to then go to sit to the edge.
"Feeling.... Better?"
"What.... Do you care?"
"Answer the question."
Type made a face.
"Did I.... Really not miscarried?"
"No. The baby is still in there."
Type then started to move his hand up and down to caress his stomach.
"Mm...."
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"I can see you really are trying to....."
Type took in a deep breathe..
"Please just leave. You got what you wanted."
Mr. Tyme darted his eyes over type.
"You still haven't answered the question."
"God! Fine now! Better if you left!"
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes.
"You have no real reason to act the way you are! You have done so....."
Type gritted his teeth.
"You've..... Killed my babies real father!"
Mr. Tymes eyes widened to then get up to grab his gun from his holster to then place it to his head to start to breathe heavily.
"What did you just say!?"
Type took in a very long and deep breathe to then turn to his back to then place his hand to Mr. Tymes gun to then place it to his heart to let the gun go to keep his eyes to him.
Mr. tyme raised an eye brow. He then lightly chuckled to bring back the gun to look down has he placed it away.
"Uh huh."
Type flexed his jaw has he saw mr. Tyme turn to leave.
"You need to heal, before I pound your lying ass again."
Type groaned to then move his hands back to then grab his pillow to then throw it at him to miss, to then go to his back once more to look up, he then placed his hands to his eyes to rub.
How am I still pregnant with this bastards baby after all that pain and blood I've.....ugh!
Type stopped rubbing his eyes to then place both his hands to his stomach to then peer his eyes down.
Guess...... Your a fighter...... Like your father's are......
Type closed his eyes to take in deep breathes.
Do not grow attached to this, you need to escape, your going to die.
Types chin quivered a bit to then get slowly up to then place his hands behind him to look to his ankle to see the chain back to sign heavily.
Looking up type eyed the doctor to grit his teeth.
"What do you want?"
The doctor made a face to look over type to then turn his head to then turn it back to eye over type.
He then stepped closer.
"Your..... Losing weight not gaining."
Type rolled his eyes to then go Back down to then eyed over the ceiling.
"Please just leave me alone."
"Mr. Mauki, there is......a vent in your room, have you've been experiencing hot flashes?"
Type Furrowed his brow to then look to the doctor.
"Can you please leave?"
The doctor rolled his eyes.
"Have you've..... Looked to the vent?"
Type made a face to then slowly get back up.
"Doctor, what are you going on about?"
The doctor looked type up and down to then turn to leave.
"Your losing weight. Just think about what I've said."
Type darted his eyes to watch the doctor leave to then think.
The doctor was talking about the vent and me losing weight.......
Types eyes started to widen. He then looked to the chain.
Even if I'm losing weight, what about this chain? Maybe I can look weight about my ankle to.......
Type took in a very deep breathe to then place his hand to his stomach to hear it growl. He was very hungry.
Signing, he then went to the side to grab the phone to call in the place for food.
Placing the phone back, he eyed over it to Make a face.
Think what the doctor suggested can help me gain my freedom, I only have a bit of time left to be able to get an abortion and.....
Type with his hand still to his stomach he moved it up and down to then peer his eyes to the action.
Ugh! Don't get to attached to this baby, either or you are going to lose it.......
Type signed to then go to his back to place a hand to his eyes to have his chin quivered a bit. These emotions he was feeling were not to be helping.
You need to get out of this situation, that is your first priority!
Type took his hand away from his stomach to then turn to his side to keep his eyes closed to then wrap his arms about himself to think about his freedom and what he was needing to do to gain it.