A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter fifty five

*mollys prospective*

I almost busted out in tears looking at him. My heart shattered at the sight and just confirmed Dominique's statement.

His lips moved but I heard nothing. I was in shock. His eyes still where a stormy grey but one was swollen and a purple mass. The other one had bags under his eyes and he looked like he was in a broken state. Bruises lined his forearms and the side of his face. All in all he looked weak. Very weak.

"T-Timothy?" I stuttered out finally.

"Cat got your tongue?" He limped towards me wincing every few steps. Seeing his pain I rushed to his side. With his hand he shooed me away.

"I'm fine I'm fine." He mumbled.

"You are obviously not fine..." I scoffed

"Ma'am can we get some assistance over here?" I called to the nurse and she rushed to us. Pounding him with questions but he ignored her and looked me square in the eye as they rushed him off he said in a hushed tone through gritted teeth.

"You'll pay for this

An hour seemed to go by and I was waiting patiently to go into his room.

A woman in a maroon laced top and a well fitted jeans came out. she looked like a patient here but was surprised when she looked around the waiting room. Then looked down at her clip board and called out into the waiting room;

"Is anyone here for Timothy Porter?"

I slowly stood up and walked towards her.

"I am." I mumbled.

"Follow me." She directed in her commanding tone.

We walked through double doors, the kind you'd see in the movies where people are wheeled through them. But to my surprise that was the only thing that looked really like the movies. The walls where a peachy cream color. Instead of a dull white. The flooring was small white tiles and everytime the nurse walked it made an echoing click clack of her shoes. Surprisingly she was wearing heels which was weird for a nurse.

Maybe she is an office lady, I suggested in my head.

I was distracted from my thoughts by a creaking of a door and a clearing of a throat. I looked up from my feel to see her holding the door open. I entered slowly. I saw some doctors here and there, around corners, and in cubicles. We kept walking straight down the dim lit hall way and we were soon to a hall of doors. We stopped at 315 and she tapped on the door and opened it. I hesitantly walked in and looked over at the boy sleeping on the bed.