A Drive in the Country

Tim hopes they will get to the hospital soon.

"Daddy, why did we go past the hospital in town?"

"I told you; it’s not a good hospital”, his father answers. "Mommy needs a really good hospital; that bad man hurt her a lot."

Tim nods, but it seems they’re going farther and farther out into the country, away from any hospitals. “Will we be there soon?” he asks timidly.

"Yes. Now hush and let Daddy drive, or you can ride in back with Mommy", his father answers shortly.

Tim falls silent at that. He knows to be quiet when Daddy starts getting in a mood, and he definitely doesn’t want to ride in the back seat with Mommy. Mommy is all bloody, everywhere, even her hair is all matted with blood. Tim doesn’t even look at her face, not after seeing just once, how it looked almost sliced down the middle.

"Son, are you sure you didn’t see the bad man who did this to Mommy? You didn’t hear him?"

"N-no", Tim whispers. He hopes Daddy won’t ask too many questions; he feels like puking, and is sure that would make Daddy all mad again.

"You were hiding in the closet the whole time? They might ask you at the hospital if you know anything about it."

"I d-didn’t see him. Or h-hear him. " He stifles a sob.

"That’s OK, Tim. It’s probably better that way. That bad man might come back and hurt you if he found out you told." Daddy is quiet after that, just driving. Tim hopes he’s done asking things now.

He hopes that Daddy really believes when Tim says he has no idea who the bad man is.

And most of all, he hopes that even though Daddy seems to be driving out into the middle of nowhere, he really is taking them to a hospital…

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Credits to: Queenofscots

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