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"YOU LIED TO ME!"
The voice echoed over the bustling children, the pregnant women and the crying infants. Everything in the clinic stood still. Dr. Turner emerged from behind a blue screen as he found Timothy out of breath and in tears in the middle of the room.
Dr. Turner walked over to him as the midwives and the nuns tried to continue their exams on their patients as normally as possible.
"Timothy, why are you here?"
"You lied to me." Still a bit out of breath and stuttering away the tears, his father guided him to the back so they could talk.
"You lied. You…you said…you said the reason she couldn't come to my birthday was she was working. Working. You said she was working." He tried to control his tears but ever since Jack had said it during playtime, he had been choking them back. No longer could he. He needed to know the truth. And he needed to know why his father lied to him.
Sobbing through his explanation he just kept talking. "She's NOT working. Jack said she's sick. His sister was sick. He heard She was sick. She's at a special hospital." He had to keep going. But he couldn't. He just cried as his father got down on his knees and held him in his arms. Holding him until he calmed.
After a couple minutes of getting himself collected he looked Timothy in the eyes. Red-rimmed eyes stared back into his red-rimmed eyes. "The clinic closes in ten minutes. Then we will go for a drive."
Timothy couldn't manage many words so he just looked at his father and nodded.
Dr. Turner walked over to the sink and splashed his face with some cold water and walked over to Jenny Lee, who was making she and the rest of the midwives some tea for the days end. "Nurse, do you think you could fix up a cuppa for Timothy?" "Sure thing, Doctor." She smiled sweetly and pulled out another teacup and started pour out the water.
As the last of the expectant, new and experienced mothers left the parish hall Timothy was finishing his tea silently as the midwives and nuns finished cleaning up. Dr. Turner went over to Timothy and ushered him out to their car.
"Why did you lie to me?" was the first thing that Timothy said. Dr. Turner hadn't lied he just didn't know how to broach the subject of the fair skinned, blue eyed, sweet as rain nun being diagnosed with such a horrifying disease as Tuberculosis. He still was unable to come to terms with the fact that her life was hanging in the balance, that he couldn't fix her, that he didnt see her every day. It was killing him inside.
As they drove through the fog Timothy kept wiping his eyes trying to discreetly get rid of any signs of moisture. He looked over to his father who seemed to be doing the same thing.
"Dad, why are you sad?"
"I'm sad because I can't fix her." He didn't realize what he had said until it was too late. Dr. Turner just looked over at Timothy who seemed to actually understand. Timothy shyly smiled back then turned to look out the window.
Neither were sure as to where they were headed, especially Timothy since the fields and clean air where new and a strange sight to him, but when they arrived at the old, white building with the big stone sign etched into the side Dr. Turner knew exactly where he had taken them.
Jess (:
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