Chapter 48 Shadows Of The Past

• The hospital room was dimly lit, casting a flourescent glow over Timothy's frail form lying in the bed. A cry escaped my lips at the sight of him in such a weakened state. His face was pale, and his eyes were heavy with pain.
• Fresh tears welled in my eyes as I approached his bedside. As I walked closer, his eyes snapped open and he smiled brightly. It was almost child-like, his eyes full of hope as he caught me standing there,
• "Hey," he said softly, his voice hoarse.