Assassin [dylmas]

52.

„Honey, you forgot to comb," said Mrs. Smith.

„I'll take a cap if it bothers you," Thmas had a blank expression when he grabbed his mum's benie like black cap, becaues he never liked or used them himself, and hid his hair underneath. „Happy" he askd with anger in his tone.

„Honey tell me what happened to you, you never leave the house without styling your hair," she was close to teas.

„I'll go upstairs and shave it bald if you don't stop to talk," Thomas glanced at her and Mrs. Smith stepped back.

He took a breath and grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and the black leather jacket.

"tt's not..." Mrs. Smith went silent and Thomas pased her slaming the front door shut.

The air was cold but his soul was colder. The boy reached the red bike and started it.

„Honey you forgot the helmet," Mrs. Smith run out of the house but he ignored her and speeded off the driveway.

He used the fastest roads trough the city and he ignored all the speedlimits overtaking cars everywhere and passing crossroads on the red light, but somehow luck was on his side and he reched the clinic alive. He parkd the motorcycle on the back of it and walked to the main entrnce.

„Thomas," a older nurse hurried to him. „I'm dr. Christian's assistant, I'm here to help you with everything. Mrs. Smith told me you'll stay here for longer," she smiled.

„How is he," Thomas tensed.

„He's in good hands, we hope he'll wake up soon," she said.

„How is he," Thomas flt his hads clenched into fists.

„There is no inner bleeding and the wound is healing slowly. In few days we will try to wake him up," she said.

„Bring me to him," Thomas was shrot and harsh but the woman played it cool.

She brought him to a door on one of the highest lavels of the buliding, and Thomas shivered when he saw Kaya leaving the room.

„Thomas," Kaya smiled brightly whe she saw him and run to him to hug him but Thomas sprung back and Kaya's smile faded. „Rabbit wht's up," she asked puting her hand o his but he moved his hand away and pressd it in his pocket.

„Please don't touch me," Thomas tred to be nice to her, she was his best friend all his life

„Ok," Kaya seemed sad but she accpted it. „Can you at least tell me why," she asked.

„I don't know why Kaya, it feel uncomfortable and it hurts," he said.

„I understand," Kaya got serious.

Thomas walked around her and opened the door. He stepped in a room with a clean smell and grey walls. It was comfortable and warm with a couch next to a wall a own watermachine, two chairs and a table, and of course the hospital bed with Dylan on it. He looked peacful, like asleep, still pale but some colour was slowly getting back to his cheeks and Thomas stopped next to his bed not sure how to react. Kaya sneaked into the room and stopped at the wall.

„I know he will wake up, I just know it," she whispered.

„I don't belive in anything anymore," Thomas sat on the chair she had probaly place next to the bed. „Can you please leave me alone," he asked.

„Thomas you need us, me, your mum, Dylan," she said.

„I don't have Dylan anymore," Thomas wasn't looking at her.

„You're afraid to have hope," she said and left the room.

He knew she was hut but he was in much more pain. His hand slowly reached Dylan's fingers and Thomas shivered, he slowly interwined their fingers and laid his chin on Dylan's warm hand.

He felt like if someone put a medicine on his wounds, this brief touch could heal so much.

„I want to hear you voice again," whispered Thomas while he pressed his lips to Dylan's hand.

Five more days passed and nothing changed, Thomas used the stuff showers in the basemet of the clinic and Kaya was stubborn enough to vist each day bring him fresh clothes and meals from town. Thomas knew she cared a lot and he was thankfull but he couldn't get himself to be a nice to anyone. He spent the days listening to the slince, reading because Kaya had left him books, and holding Dylan's hand. The clinc stuff was too nice to him and Thomas tried to be polite. He tried to watch movies on his laptop at night because sleeping was dangerous. On the second night two nurses run to the room at three a.m when he woke up from a nightmare screaming loud. He was killing Luke in each dream, but this time when he glanced over the bleeding body he saw Dylan's face. It took ten minutes for th medical stuff to calm him down and docter Christian offered him to visit one of his psychologists but Thomas refused. So each night a nurse was leaving sleeping pills on the samll table for Thoms but he always put them in the trash. He was getting into insomnia and depression, and complete isolation from people and his life was trned upside down. But at the fifth night in the clinic sleep overtook Thomas na he fell asleep with his head on Dylans hand.