Tim shakes his head immediately, regarding the hallucination, that pale ghost of a man, with a look of what can only be described as absolute terror. But he keeps getting closer instead of dissipating, instead of simply never having been there. He shakes his head again - this time, as if to clear it.
"Timothy." The word is sterner this time. "I need you to listen to me."
She thinks he was saying no.
She thinks he was saying no, and his mouth opens as if to explain before it snaps shut again and he shuffles forward until he's sitting at the edge of the cot, shoulders hunching.
"...are you looking at something?" Her voice has dropped in volume until it's little more than a murmur, but it's hardly soothing. "Timothy. Do you see something in here besides me?"
He shakes his head again, firmly. He's getting better. He knows he is. They said he was and so he is.
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"Timothy." The word is sterner this time. "I need you to listen to me."
She thinks he was saying no.
She thinks he was saying no, and his mouth opens as if to explain before it snaps shut again and he shuffles forward until he's sitting at the edge of the cot, shoulders hunching.
"...are you looking at something?" Her voice has dropped in volume until it's little more than a murmur, but it's hardly soothing. "Timothy. Do you see something in here besides me?"
He shakes his head again, firmly. He's getting better. He knows he is. They said he was and so he is.
He has to be.