Part+II

Jim sat in the Pediatricians office waiting for Timmy’s test results to come. The room had small colorful pictures on the wall that contrasted the white walls giving Jim headaches. Jim’s thoughts drifted in and out, wondering if his son’s mind would be able to mature like it should, hoping that Doctor Grant would return and bring Jim good news that his son could be helped. Hoping that there was a procedure, or some sort of medication that would help his brain to mature. It seems that ever since that night three years ago when Jim had that excruciatingly realistic dream that Timmy was taken away from him by that slimy frog man. While his thoughts whirled through his mind at astronomical speeds Doctor Grant returned. “Good afternoon Mr. Hawthorne” “Hello Doctor, and how many times do I have to tell you it’s just Jim.” “Jim, I’m sorry but there’s nothing we can do for Timmy” “What do you mean? What’s wrong with him? Is there brain damage, a mental illness, anything?” “Jim I’m really sorry, but we couldn’t find anything. From all the research we found nothing.” “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Jim said in despair “I’m sorry” Doctor Grant soothed putting his hand on Jims shoulder. “The good news is that he’s healthy as a horse for his age and whatever is wrong with him won’t hurt him” Pause… “Your son’s going to have a long healthy life” Jim stood up “Thanks for the help Doc, but Timmy and I have to leave. We need to talk” “Have a good day Jim. Timmy’s in the main office playing with some of toys.” “You to Doc” Jim and Timmy were sitting in the car Jims thoughts still wondered as Timmy sat next to him in the passenger’s seat making race car sounds as he drove and invisible steering wheel. Timmy laid his hand on the invisible horn screaming HONK HONK. Jim pulled up to a stop light and put his head in his hands. Timmy slammed on the invisible brakes and questioned his father “Hey Dad, what’s wrong? Are you mad at me because I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do anything?” “No buddy, it’s not you. Dad’s just a little angry that the doctor couldn’t do anything for us.” “It’s okay Dad everything’s going to be fine. See I’m happy” Timmy flashed a huge smile filled with tiny baby teeth. “You’re right.” Jim responded putting his arm around the small child “everything is going to be just fine.” “So are we going home yet?” “No, not yet we have to make one more stop before we go home.” “Awww. Can’t we just go home I’m tired?” “I’ll tell you what if you let us make this last stop on the ride home I might just stop at Dairy Queen.” Timmy didn’t say a word he turned straitened out in his seat with a huge smile and started driving his invisible race Car. “VROOOM VROOM” Timmy sounded “ERRRT” he squealed as they turned in to the parking lot across from Moonheart Psychic consultant.
 * Four years later**