Assassin [dylmas]

51.

Luke had blood storming out of his eyes and Thoms had his blood on his hands. The gunshoot was loud so loud that it nerly made his head explode, and than he realized he was the one who was holding the gun in his hands, his fingers pressed to the trigger. Thomas opened his eyes and sat up stright. He needed few seconds to grasp the reality around him. He saw the unpleasnt hospital lights and the corwded corridor. A older lady was looking at him strangely from the other side of the couch.

Thomas rubbed his eyes and found his phone in his jeans, he had a lot of unanswered calls from his mum, and a few text. He opened them in a hurry trying to understand the words that were blurring out in front of him.

„Honey dr. Christian called the hospital. Dylna's state is too unstable to movne him right now, it would be too risky. We must wait few days and see. As soon as it's possible we will transport him to the clinic. How are you? I would like to come to see you."

Thomas read the message a few times than he wrote a short "no" to his mum and got up.

So he walked down the corridor and tried to wake up. The nice lady wasn't in the reception anymore and he remembered how she told him she's staying for the night shift.

Thomas walked up the halls to the place next to Dylan's room. He was so scared he wasn't even sure if he would be kicked out of here.

„You're still here," the doctor from last night came to him. „Go home boy, your brother isn't awake now."

„Can I see him," Thomas stopped next to the man.

„I'm sorry the police is guarding the door, no one apart from the stuff is let inside," the man seemed to have pity with him and Thomas hated him.

„Is he better," Thomas shivered.

„No, but he survived the night, so it's one good sign," the man smiled. „Go home or you'll become our patient I don't want you to faint in the corridors," he tried to be resonable.

„I'm sorry sir but as long as he's here I'm staying herea," Thomas protesed.

The doctor looked disappointed and walked away.

Thomas stood there frozen in the spot till he finally foreced himself to move back to than main waiting room. He bougth cofee and some snacks but he barely got them through his throath. Eating wasn't an option right now. Thomas returned to his spot on the couch.

The next five days were one long thing that merged into long hours of waiting. His phone died so Thomas used the hospital phone cell to call his mum. The officers were standing guard at Dylan's door the whole time so Thomas had no chance to see him. He got news from the doctor who wa tired of seeing him here, and the nice lady from the reception. He slept on the couch ate the snacks from the snack machine and walked around the corridors or in the park in front of the building. He saw so much pain, all the people and their families suffered right in front of his eyes, and he was tired of experiencing ileness and fear. He tried to sleep but his dreams were waking him up few times at night. He barely spoke to people so he had more than enough time to think about his crime. Sometimes the guilt was becoming so unberable that we wanted to go back to the police station and beg for a place in their prision, but then he thought abut Dylan and how he couldn't leave him alone and Dylan was fighting because he was still alive and the doctors saw some progress. Five days later when Thomas was sitting on the couch and starring into the ceiling he saw a skinny woman who run to him and he barely recognized her.

„Mum," he said jumping up and she closed him in a hug but he never hugged back.

The touch of another human aftre all this days of total emptiness felt too strange.

„Mum it's ok," he took her hands off him.

„Honey," she had tears in her eyes. „Dr. Christian is here we're moving Dylan to the clinc," she said and Thomas shivered.

„Is it good for him," he asked.

„Honey you can't live here. You, you havn't even showered for seven days," she said.

„I don't care," he looked away.

„I know you don't care," she frowned. "But I care. So come with me home, change clothes, get a proper meal and then we''ll go to Dylan to the clinic," she begged.

„I told you I don't care," Thomas was still refusing to look at her.

„Wht if he wakes up soon, and see you like this. He will be heartbroken. He needs to see you in a good state, as his sunshine. Do it for him," she said and Thomas felt a neddle was pressed inside his heart.

She made sense, and he knew Dylan need him, to hold him, and he was and actor, so he could play it.

„Ok," he muttered. "I need to sey bye to one person," Thomas left his mum and walked to the reception.

The young lady was right there and she smiled to him.

„Thank you, I'll never be able to pay back what you did for me during the last week miss," he wispered and she blushed.

„It was pleasure to help you, I hope you're boyfriend will get better soon," she laid her hand on his hand and Thomas shivered.

„I hope so too," he felt embarrassed when he walked to the front door and to the carpark where he saw his mum's car. Mrs. Smith run to him. She kept quiet and Thomas was thankful for it.

Half an hour later the hot water in the shower was burning on his skin. He felt like a robot, washed out of all human emotions. Even his own touch seemed werid when he rubbed the shower gel in his body. Soon he grabbed a towel and left the bathroom, he was careful to not to look into his own face in the mirror he was afraid to see someone ealse inside it. Time seemd too slow and Thomas packed a bag with necessary things, he put some comfortable clothes on and grabbed a extra sweater, he was feeling cold all the time. His hair was still wet and he rubbed it with the towel before he left the room. When he reached the hall Mrs. Smith went pale.