Tate's walking down the hallway with his emotions that's rushing through his body. He's been thinking of her every day, every hour after the incident. His thoughts is wandering around, thinking about what she will say when she sees him. All Tate can think about at this point is how the incident changed his life, her life. She would never expect him to visit, not after what happened that horrible halloween.
He's decide to make a quick stop at the store, only because he wants her to remember that he actually came. He has no idea how bad she is injured, how it could even happen.
He makes his way through the crowd that have arisen in the hallway. He's avoiding to make any eye contact, he's only here to make a visit. Not to make contact with anyone else than her.
Tate's gently opening the cold, white door with the tattered letters on it. The door makes a small squeaking voice when he is trying to open it carefully. The first thing that catches his sight is the small timeworn table. The entire room is filled with this sterile feeling, he does not feel welcome here. He's taking some few steps into the room, only to see his mother sitting on a walnut brown chair. Tate's trying not to make any eye contact with her, but he can feel the angry, cold gaze she's giving him. He tries his best to ignore her and he's walking straight past her towards that stiff bed she's staying in. Her eyes is opening up something tremendous when she sees him. Tate's walking with cautious steps up to her, sits gently on the edge of her bed.
"Hi, Adelaide. Beautiful as always I see, what's your secret?" he says with a gentle yet secure voice.