to be with danger

need to take care

Signing, type circled a place that was far from where he was now, to make a face.
He then peered his eyes up has a waitress came in to look him over.
"Is there anything else you are wanting?"
"Another piece of chocolate cake."
She nodded to then turn to leave.
Type darted his eyes over her to then look down to gulp has he circled other places to be able to go.
Circling a few more and eating all his food, type then left to go to the one place he needed to before he went into hiding.
Standing before the building, he eyed over it to take in a deep breathe, to then go in.
Walking about in secret, he then went to the room he needed to, knocking to the door, he then opened it to go in.
He looked about to then stop to eye over his mother who was sitting to a chair looking out the window.
Type took in a very deep breathe to then step slowly to her, to go to his knees to eye up with a bit of a smile.
"Hello mother."
His mother moved her eyes about but didn't say one word.
Type took in a very deep inhale to then place his hand over hers.
"So much has happened to me mom, things I will never ever tell you. Horrible things. I..... Recently had to make a........choice...... Still dont know..... If it was right...... Don't know if you and dad would approve but......I had to..... I'm..... Sorry....."
Tears then started to well in his eyes, type then got up to grab his mother's hand to curl it to place to his mouth to close his eyes.
"I love you mom, I don't know when I'll be able to..... See you...... Just know...... I'll try."
Type signed to then kiss his mother's hand to place it back down to pat it to look over her.
"Know I'll try....."
Type turned has tears went down his face.
Walking about his office, types old doctor sat down to his desk to dart his eyes over some papers. He Furrowed his brow has he heard light knocking, the doctor then looked up to widened his eyes, to then start to get up.
"Mr....."
Type went in with his hand raised to then shake his head, he then went to sit to eye over the doctor.
"Have you've talked to a mr. Tyme?"
The doctor signed.
"He's been here looking for you yes."
Type took in a deep breathe.
"Happy I was here before your bussiness started to look about for cameras, there is nothing here."
The doctor raised his brow.
"Why would there be...."
Type made a face.
"Do not worry about it. Do you know why he was looking for me?"
The doctor looked over type.
"He told me, you ran away with his child. Are you...... pregnant?"
Type took in a very deep breathe.
"Not...... Anymore.......I had an abortion."
The doctor parted his lips to then look down.
"I.... Am sorry to hear that."
Type shrugged to then place a hand to his pocket too withdraw a piece of paper to then get up to go to the doctor to slide it over to eye him.
"I'm going to need...... Some medication....."
The doctor looked to type a bit confused to then look to the piece of paper to then take it to read over to then look to type.
"I..... Don't understand."
Type took a step back.
"I'm sure you can. Please give me that medication."
The doctor looked back to what the piece of paper read.
"But I don't....."
Type rolled his eyes to grab another piece of paper to then write upon it to then give it to the doctor to then eye the clock.
"I need that medication and now, I can't be here long."
The doctor read over the piece of paper to then nod to get up.
"I understand. I'll go retrieve it. Wherever you are to go, I know you can."
Type nodded.
"Please move quickly with this, I don't want to bring anything bad upon you."
The doctor went and quick, type watched him go to take in a deep breathe to look back to that clock.
You really need to hurry doctor.
Type snapped his head back to see the doctor come in with a bag.
"I don't know where your going, but these should last for a few months."
Type nodded to then go to the doctor to place his hand to the bag, the doctor placed his other hand over his to really eye.
"Remember to take care of yourself."
Type looked to the doctor.
"I'll try, keep paying attention to your surroundings. This Mr. Tyme will not leave you alone."
"I will "
Type then took the bag to turn to leave.
The doctor watched him go with a face. He felt very bad for him.
Walking the sidewalk, type kept looking around in the semi darkness to make sure he wasn't being followed, he then stopped to raise his hand to hail a cab.
Type lowered his hand to then dart his eyes everywhere has a taxi came to him, he then relaxed a bit