Runnin'

Chapter 16

~{2 weeks later}~
ADAM'S POV:
Milk. Milk. Where the bloody hell do they keep the goddamn milk? I've been up and down the dairy isle three times. No milk. Tommy wasn't feeling well today. He was feeling light headed and very dizzy (he couldn't really get out of bed). No way am I letting him out of the house with a risk that he might faint or spaz out. I planned on making him some potato soup before his doctor appointment today at 11 (it was currently 8:30) and I had just remembered that we were low on milk (which was one of the small, but still very important, ingredient) "May I help you?" A woman with coper hair cut into a pixie cut approached me. "Uh, yeah actually. I'm looking for milk." The lady nodded informing that they Hadn't stocked up on new jugs, that she would get someone on it. I smiled, thanking her. "Sure thing, sweetie." She turned on her heel and quickly left. She reminded me of my mother. I nearly jumped as my phone vibrated in my back pocket.

Kitten- Hey, you still at the corner store?

Me- yeah, what's wrong?

Kitten- can you bring me a Cola?

Me- sure. Guess I'll grab myself one too :)

Kitten- thanks. Be careful.

Me- sure, see you in a few.

I made my way back down the dairy isle slowly as I tucked my phone back into its original place. Sure enough the milk was where it was supposed to be. I grabbed a organic 2% milk and headed up front to the cash register. "6 bucks, dude." The man stated holding out his hand. I scrunched my nose, no need to be rude man. I handed him a 10. "Thanks." I took my change in one hand groceries in the other and headed out. ~
"Shit." I took a sharp left turning my car so I could u-turn back to the store. I had forgotten the cokes. I ran in rushing cause I didn't want the milk to get spoiled. I grabbed two cold-to-the-touch cola glass bottles, bought it and headed out zooming back home just as fast as I left. I guess I'll send a quick text to let Tommy Joe know.
A few minutes later I pulled into the driveway, pulling out the three grocery bags and heading for the front door fumbling before I actually opened the door.
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TOMMY'S POV:
"Oh my gosh, this is so good." I said holding my cheek as he chewed on a piece of potato. "Glad you like it." Adam smiled down at me, scooping up some from his bowel as well. "So," he shifted ",how are you feeling? Honestly." I rubbed at my leg, nodding. "other than feeling like a toddler trying to walk due to dizziness, great." I reply. adam nodded, eating what little he had left in his bowel and stood. "when you're finished you go up and get ready, I'll clean up here." "wait, what time is it..?" "Uh," he looked over at the clock on the stove. ",about to be 9:30." I nod "okay."
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NO ONE'S POV:
"Thanks, doc." Adam gleamed as they exited the office, Tommy linked his arm around Adam's like monkeys from the game barrel of monkeys. "sure thing, Mr.Lambert." Tommy slid his hand down and laced their fingers together, other hand curled around Adam's bicep as he laid his head against Adam's shoulder as they walked out of the hospital. "well, looks like things are going great. you're wounds are 3/4ths healed and they say your mental health is very good." Adam said. they had visited the hospitals psychiatrist for Tommy and his illness, after that they checked with their doctor on Tommy's physical wounds. "yeah." Tommy scoffed, a smile on his face. "I'm so happy." Adam just couldn't explain how happy he is, he was glad Tommy was doing better.