Jim Taylor | COMPLETED

Chapter thirteen - "The Visit"

"We did it! We just got the location," Joe whispered, smiling at Peter.

"Michael Phillis. You should not believe her so much. Sometimes people aren't what you think they are," Peter continued.

"Wait... What?" Michael said but Peter had already hung up.

"In Chicago, Peter," Joe smiled and took the headphones off his head.

"Good job, boys. Good job!" Peter had that mysterious and foxy smile on his face.

About fifteen days have passed since Jim was found. It makes exactly two weeks and one day. Last night Peter woke up a cause of a bad dream. Visions about Rachel, who promised him in his sleep she will get Jim and pays back. It made Peter sweat all over his body. He moved up and walked into the kitchen.

"4 o'clock in the middle of the night? Seriously?" Peter mumbled. He put the glass back to the kitchen cabinet and strolled back the bedroom. Laid down on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

Peter and Sarah woke up 10 am. Leslie slept well in that night. Possible that a tooth had been cut.

"Morning, sweetheart," Peter stroked his wife's cheek. The woman opened her eyes to his touch.

"Morning," Sarah smiled softly.

"How did you sleep?" Peter asked.

"Surprisingly good. And you?".

"Not so well as you did. I woke up at 4 at night. I had a dream of Rachel," Peter answered.

"Hmm, I hope it was a bad one not good," Sarah chuckled.

"Of course, baby. You know, I get all excited only thinking about you," Peter smiled at her and crawled on top of her. Kissed her lips tenderly and placing some on her neck. Pushed Sarah's hands together above her head, kissing her chin moving to her breasts.

"You drive me crazy..." Peter whispered.

They made love entire early morning until Leslie started crying.

"Shit!" Peter said. "I'll go,". He raised from the bed without undies on and took Leslie from the crib. Without guessing but knowing Leslie needed a diaper changed.

A phone rang.

"I'll get it. It's hospital," Sarah looked at his husband and answered the call. "Hello? It's Peter Taylor's wife Sarah,".

"Hello, Sarah. It's doctor Hernandez. I'm so sorry bothering you two but you need to come to the hospital as soon as possible,".

"Why? What happened?".

"Jim. He seems not to know us anymore but maybe he will remember you if you are here,".

"Okay, okay. We are coming. As soon as possible, just like you asked,".

"What happened?" Peter asked.

"Jim doesn't feel himself anymore," Sarah answered.

Peter and Sarah left a mess behind when they started dressing themselves up and other. Making a baby milk for Leslie and finding casual but comfortable clothes for all of them. Parents made a deal of buying their breakfast from the nearest gas station store.

When ready, Sarah picked Leslie and left the building, leaving Peter still at the corridor locking up the door.

Stopped by the gas station store, Peter rushed inside to get some food. Sarah sat still inside the car, feeding their baby while the man was still at the store.

At 12:29 pm they arrived at the hospital.

"You're her. Come with me," doctor Hernandez greeted them.

"What has happened?". "How is he...".

"Don't worry about the wounds. They are completely healed but his psychic isn't. He doesn't recognize us anymore. Maybe Jim remember you. He is acting weird. Differently," doctor explained.

"What do you mean... Weird?".

"The nurse went to see Jim bringing some breakfast. Suddenly, Jim pushed all the food down the floor and screamed. He didn't even remember me. Didn't let me close to him. We had to give Jim some pills,".

"Is that everything you can do to heal him? Making him eat pills?" Peter got irritated. The doctor couldn't say a thing and opened the door to Jim's.

"Jim? Your mommy, daddy and little brother Leslie came to see you," Doctor said with modest voice.

Jim wasn't really excited about his parents' visit. He just continued to look through the window, sitting in his wheelchair.

"Birds..." Jim said. His voice was humbled.

"Son," Sarah squatted next to Jim, Leslie sitting on his knee. Jim's little brother was just staring at him.

"Who is this?" Jim asked.

"That's your little brother. And I... am your mommy," Sarah explained.

"Mommy wants to hurt me," Jim's face was full of a scare. "Me... no... have... Brother,".

Sarah was confused.

"Who told you that?".

"Mommy said. Yesterday,".

"But we didn't..." Sarah looked at the doctor and his husband.

"Jim, how did that woman look like?" Peter asked. Jim didn't look at him.

"That bitch..." Peter sensed something bad. The situation smelled badly there. "Did someone visit him yesterday?".

"No. Nobody," Doctor answered. "Jim is a patient, whose visitors are extremely under guard. He is a serious case,".

"And we didn't visit him yesterday. Fuck! Do you have cameras here?" Peter asked, looking around the room.

"We do. All over the building. Inside. Outside. Just in case. For safety. Can someone please explain? Do you suspect something?".

"Not what. Who. Rachel".

"Come after me. There's something wrong with it, truly," Doctor nodded and guided Peter to the room, where computers were all over the place. Lots of them. And two people besides them.

"Please, sir Wegan. Let me see cameras that were recorded yesterday. Especially Jim Taylor's room," Doctor said to one of them. The man, of course, did everything he could to execute the command.

Watching the video closely, the doctor told the man to pause the clip. That was it. A strange red-headed entered sneakily to patient's room and left about 30 minutes later.

"That's Rachel," Peter said, voice shaking.

"Are you completely sure?".

"Of course I am. That's her. She is closer to us than ever. She's Rachel...".