Friendships Transferes and other Complications

Chapter 5 "Tell me"

The next morning, Tim wanted to wake Lucy up as always but decided against it. He could tell that she hadn't slept well. She looked pale and was sweaty. Tim knew that she never slept well when she had stress. So he did the only thing that seemed right for him and called Grey. He said that he Lucy is sick and that he'd take a day off, too.

He got himself ready but didn't go on his run. He had to talk to Lucy even if he didn't want to wake her up, and he knew if he would go and she would wake up, that the house would be empty by his return.

So he waited in the kitchen until a panicked Lucy stormed into the kitchen.

"Shit! I slept in! Why didn't you wake me up-"

She slowed down in her speed.

"Why are you here?"

"I called you in sick and took the day off."

"But I am not sick."

"I know. But how you look like, you could be."

She knew that what he said was right. When she rolled her eyes before going into the bathroom and facing herself in the mirror. She looked, in fact, terrible. But what did she expect after, she looked on the clock, four and a half hours of sleep, three nightmares and a crying session. She wasn't well and she knew it. She knew so many things. For example that she eventually had to tell Tim why she was why she was acting wreird. That she should've said anything in her old station, that she should call Hailey to ask her if she was doing ok. That she shouldn't just be standing there, looking in the mirror without doing anything against Carson, that she- bumm. Her thoughts were interprupped by a pain in her arm and back. Just before she realized what had happened, Tim had already stormed in to check on her.

"Hey, you ok? What happened?"

If Lucy only knew. She was thinking hard, but somehow her brain wasn't working all well, just when she realized why.

"Sugar."

Was the only thing Lucy could get out between her teeth. She knew that her stress always made her diabetis play crazy and when Tim got the results, it was exactly this. She had skipped dinner and had no breakfast until yet, but still, her sugar was too high.

Tim gently lifted up her shirt and gave her the needle with the insulin.

Later, they had breakfast, and Tim let Lucy take a shower, well knowing that she wanted him to forget what he wanted to talk with her about. Bt he couldn't forget it. It was the only thing in his mind. He had never seen Lucy like this before... well, ok. That was not the whole true.

One and a half years ago, Rosalind Dyer escaped from prison.Tim had known that Rosalind had abducted Lucy, but he never mentioned it. Because she never mentioned it also, he thought that it might be a sensitive theme for her. This day proofed him, he was right. He'd never forget how her face had gone white when Grey told her. Later on that day, he had found her, now he knew it was probably caused by her diabetis, leaning puking over the toilet. At that point, he decided to go home with her, what had been a smart thing. Because he met a new side of Lucy. She was non-stop overthrowing everything if Tim didn't stop her to eat or to sleep. But honestly, Tim couldn't tell if she had really slept. Well, sometimes, of course, but then she screamed from her room, and Tim had to calm her. In the end, he just stayed in bed with her these days. But what had surprised him was how she acted at the station. With a bit concealer, did she seem like her usual happy self. And he first thought that it was a good thing, but it was not. Because when they had entered the appartment, she had brokedown crying and panicking, before he could calm her.

And exactly this had been the reason that he had taken the day off for her. He couldn't let that happen again. He couldn't see her like this again. It would destroy him.

After she had dressed herself in some comfy Pj's, Tim didn't hesitate any longer. It seemed like he was physically not able to.

"Lucy, we have to talk about what happened last night."

He had done the first step. There was no way back anymore.

"What do you mean?"

Really? Playing dumb? Tim couldn't believe it.

"Hmm. What do you think? Maybe that you were dialing with someone at 2:30 am without having any sleep?"

She knew she couldn't get out of this, but she just had to try.

"And? I don't see the problem."

"Eh- Lucy... that's not healthy, you-"

"Oh, come on! It's not like I am doing that every night."

He sighed.

"I know, but-"

"See you know, so I don't know why we are having this conversation."

With that, Lucy got up and made her way to her room when she felt Tim grabbing her arm.

"Lucy don't do that."

"Do what?"

"God, you know I won't stop before you tell me so do it, tell me."

"Tim, I-"

He already knew what was on the papers.

"I don't wanna see you falling apart again, ok?"

Did he really want to hear it, though?

"Huh?"

Oh, he really hated this.

"Like after Rosalind, you can't do that again. So, tell me!"

Something in her expression changed. He had hurt a spot. But he desperately had to know.

"Tim..."

"I need to know, ok?"

"Tim..."

"I just wanna help you!"

He was tearing up at this point. And yes, maybe he wasn't in the position to do that, but his emotions took over when things were about Lucy. He still hadn't figured out why.

"I know."

She sighed. She wanted him to help her, but also she didn't want to see her in this condition. So weak and so dumb. Sbe didn't want to disappoint him with revealing her past.

"Then tell me..."

This time, he said it softer, the desperateness clearly laying in his voice.

"It's not that easy, you know?"

Yes, he did know. He had seen the notes, but he needed to hear it from her. Because, before she didn't tell him, there was still a possibility for it to be wrong.

"Tell me."

"Tim..."

"Tell me!"

That was enough.

"He raped me!"

She yelled back at him. And with that, it was spoken out. There was no way back, and both of them knew it.

Lucy knew that she had to share the whole story with him now, and Tim knew that he wasn't wrong, but that, of course, didn't make him feel any better.

Shit.