Healing Hearts (bxb)

Chapter 44 - The End

Edward's (Tommy's father) POV

The long and bleak street in front of me, should have been enough to let me settle down. It was calm and empty, nothing threatening lying ahead of us. I gripped the steering wheel, trying to let my heart relax in my chest. It was over, I had my son back, everything was supposed to be fine. But it was hard to concentrate and feel the relief of having managed this difficult task, when Tommy was laying on the backseat, gasping and sweating, tears streaming down his face as he was nestled in the lap of this stranger, that helped me save him. 

When I had tried to get into the building and nobody would open a door, I was more than thankful when this fine young man managed to push the counselors, that were blocking the door, aside, with the help of a few other kids, letting me in and telling me where my son was. He helped me find him and save him. If we hadn't come in time....if I would have needed to search for him first, I may not have a son anymore now. 

I looked in the rear view mirror, watching as he whispered soothing words in my crying son's ear, who was shaking, closing his eyes and panting in pain and fear. He was pale...and much thinner than I remembered. He looked sick to be honest and I could only hope, that it was the aftermath of these god awful...shocks they had just send through his brain, but a part of me knew, that that wasn't true. I knew that he had been fighting for much longer than an hour and this was just what they had done to him in there. 

But the way his limps suddenly started to shake uncontrollably and gasps left my son's lips, as this boy held his shoulders, keeping him secure, I started to worry, more than I already did. Because that could not be save...the way they had shocked him, his whole body shaking and his eyes popping out of his head I-...that didn't just seem painful, but also highly dangerous! I didn't know much about these things, I was a businessman, but it didn't take a genius to see, that my son was in pain and that his body was fighting exactly that with all it could. 

"Does he need to go to the hospital??" I asked the boy, who was consulting my kid, as I looked through the rear view mirror, watching as slowly the cramping and shaking muscles of my son started to relax again, like they had done every two minutes or so. The boy was brushing over his hair, soothing him back into his relaxed and tired state, calming down a little himself. Tommy whimpered at his touch and the boy whispered to my son something I couldn't clearly hear, before he looked up at me, remembering my question. 

"No...no he's going to be fine" he said and I wasn't sure about that, because he looked like he was in serious need for medical care, but this boy seemed to know what he was doing and had my son's best interests in mind, so I decided to trust him. He probably knew this kind of...and I didn't even want to call it Treatment, when it was actually torture. But he knew of that, well, enough to know if a doctor was needed or if he and his body would recover on its own. 

"Could you turn on the Ac?" he asked, but it was more of a demand. He was a little hostile towards me and I guess judging by the fact, that he knew I was partly the reason Tommy had to endure the torture he had felt for six months, I couldn't judge him on that. I hated myself as well...I really did. But his request seemed a bit absurd, so I exclaimed "But its forty degrees outside!" It was the end of march, a cold march though and I didn't want Tommy, in his already sick like state, to fall ill. That seemed too dangerous in my opinion. 

"He needs it!" the boy exclaimed right back, not backing down, as he looked at me through the mirror, making his point clear. I still wasn't sure, but I decided to trust this stranger, who obviously cared very much for my Tommy and knew what was best, so I gulped, reaching down to the AC, turning it on and making sure the cold wind was blowing in their direction. I looked at Tommy, who shivered at the cold air, but seemed to relax and I heard the boy say to him "See? Its ok, its all going to be ok. You just relax, we are free now. I'm right here"