Tell Me What You See

Chapter 4

Timmy's POV

"Sorry, I didn't hear about it, I was trying to avoid you since my friends told me that you broke my car.

I didn't want to hurt you in anger, and believe me I was very angry about the car." He tells me.

"So, you really didn't do it?" He asks curiously.

"I didn't, I suspect it was one of them, they most likely wanted to test it, and they ended up crashing it." I say, hoping he will believe me.

"Ok, come on then. You're not doing any work if I have a say in it, and I do have a say in it." He tells me, before dragging me towards his office.

"Wouldn't your father be angry that I didn't do the work he left for me?" I ask, slightly frightened that the Alpha will give me another punishment.

"Don't worry about it." He says, making me sit in the couch in his office.

"Well... Tell me what you see." He demands.

"What do you mean." I ask, uncertain about the meaning of his request.

"How do you see your surrounding?" He specifies the question.

I take a moment to think about the best way to explain it for his stupid brain to be able to get it.

"Well, I can see most things alright, if there was something lying on a table of the same colour, I wouldn't be able to see it, the small things are challenging too, but otherwise I can see most of the things, they just very blurry." I explain.

He nods trying to note it in his brain so he can remember it, but I'm not sure if his brain is capable of that.

"How didn't I hear about it before?" He asks, sounding like he doesn't believe me.

Offended, I stand up and go towards the door, with intention of starting cleaning.

He grabs my arm to stop me, the hold is a little too hard for my Omega body, making a bone in my arm brake, and I cry out in pain.

"Shit! Timmy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Let's get you to the doctor." He says, sounding worried.

He takes my other arm, before letting it go instantly, he's probably scared to break my other arm.

He finally lifts me before rushing towards the Doctor's office.

We arrive in the packs hospital quickly.

I hate this place, it has needles, and I hate them with all my being, I really hope that Doctor Zack won't want to use them on me this time.

"I don't want to go there!" I tell Carter, panicking a little.

"Hey. Don't worry, he will help you, it must be painful." He says, gesturing with his head towards my arm.

"Can you promise me that he won't use a needle?" I ask, gripping his shirt with my good hand.

"I can't promise you that. I'm not sure what will be necessary, but I promise to be there with you through that. Ok?" He asks.

I cuddle close to him with one arm, while trying to not move my other one.

I nod reluctant, not sure if I should get it over with, or just run for my life.