CHAPTER 6

[FINN POV]

I listened as a Tim continued to curse Desmond's name for a very very long time, at some point he stopped and had an expression of guilt mixed with anger and a bit of disgust but these emotions seemed to be somehow pointed at himself and his next statement confirmed that for me.

" Damn it!!!! Why am I so useless!! If only I had stood up to that bastard all those years ago!!! It's all my fault!!"

Timothy screams in rage, fist clenched and all, it was so bad I that I could see his knuckles turn white due to it . He continued to vent out with mostly self harming insults thrown at himself for his actions years ago that probably got him into this situation where he's searching for his sister. His rage is understandable, it's normal to be annoyed at certain actions taken when you were younger cause they could hurt people you care about in the process. Something that many people don't realize until their older…something that I didn't realize till I was older…. but instead of wallowing in self pity and self disgust, its better to realize the mistake and apologize to individuals you hurt in the process of making that decision.

So I tried to stop Timothy from wallowing in his self pity by telling him that its ok to make mistakes…I mean obviously where humans we make a lot of mistakes, and also that letting his mood to swim in the mixture of his self pity and his self disgust….cause its not going to solve anything he's just wasting more time doing it.

But Tim somehow managed to graduate from self pity and self disgust in the span of a minute cause his wounds had opened up again and he was bleeding again with twice the intensity and I should help him. And he was already acting loopy and already slipping in and out of his consciousness.

So I took of my shirt and tore it in two and tried to restrict the blood flow from his open wound but I took off the first make shift first aid cloth I used before then replaced it with the new one on his wound and tightened it to stop the blood for now at least.

But alas glob was not showing mercy on Timothy's soul because the bleeding did not stop which I observed due to how the cloth was quickly absorbing the blood like a sponge, its like it the wound decided to mock my effort of keeping Timothy alive. I'm going to need Tim's help on this.

So I look at Tim who is breathing heavily due to the blood loss and try to ask him if there's anything like a potion I can use to stop the bleeding.

But as if already sensing my question Tim said.

" I had some potion's in my bag *Huff* I left it *Huff* in the cemetery*Huff* it had Healing potion written on it*Huff*"

Ok I need to get to the cemetery now and get there quick. So with Tim on my back I took off in the direction of the cemetery with the aim of finding that bag I saw when I got here. Running as fast as my body could allow me I decided to push my body again due to how sensitive the situation is and how one mistake on my part could end up with a dead Timothy before we even make it half way to the cemetery, OK Finn Mertens pick up the pace a bit more. The rate at which the wind was hitting my face seemed to double but I didn't have time to focus on that , I just hope Tim is still conscious.

A few minutes after I got to the cemetery and was frantically searching for the bag so I rested Tim on a tree so he would be in a sitting position when I give him the potion and he works his magic with it.

Damn it where did I keep that bag! I'm still looking for the bag only to freeze and face palm at my own stupidity after remembering where I kept it, I then rush to bushes near one weird looking tree with an Owl on it and carry out the bag and run back to Tim.

I reach Tim and search the bag for the beakers,glass bottles, whatever they are called and tried to give it to him. I found the potions, one of them had vibrant red colour that looked like blood and I hope it wasn't blood and the other was a mixture of different things that formed a brown mix that looked poisonous for any living creature to consume.I then took the potions to him , But there's one problem...he's already lost consciousness.

So I tried my best to wake him up which involved slapping him awake.

"Tim *SMACK* wake *SMACK* up *SMACK*!!"

He was already awake from the first slap but the last two were necessary, you know why? Because the second slap was to make sure he was fully awake and the third slap was for him calling a monster before and cause he felt Tim needed it.

"I'M AWAKE ALREADY!!!"

Screamed Tim with an irritated look but the pain from his wound seemed to have taken priority over his anger, he then rudely swiped the potions in my hands.

"Hey!"

I said in annoyance its rude to take stuff without permission….yh I don't think I should be one to talk..

He then took huge gulps of the red potion till it was half of its original content then he took a small gulp from the brown mix and his face turned green probably due to wanting to puke, just don't puke on me. But he seemed to be able to push through his desire to puke and forced down the vomit back down.gross but necessary. He then moved his body so he could lie down on the ground.

"Finn I'm leaving myself in your care"

Said Timothy before he passed out unconscious.

And in the next minute his body was encased with green sparkles and the cuts and little injuries he had on his body seemed to just disappear into the wind and his breathing was starting to be more regulated now.

But the major wound didn't seem to be healing and that got me worried thinking the potion didn't work but the next thing I knew out of nowhere he suddenly started growing legs but it seemed that his potion had a side effect he didn't tell me about but I'm glad I found out the funny way cause his body seems so disproportionate now cause he had baby legs and the body of a teenager I wish he was awake to see this, but luckily his legs seemed to rapidly age to his own age so it would match his.

I then checked his pulse to see if he was still breathing and thank glob he was. Ah I'm tired I then sat down next to Tim only for him to wake up and sit up and scream, yh….. I kind of expected that considering he just regrew his legs and had them grow up in seconds , what shocks me is how late his response was, and as expected he passed out again because of the shock. *sigh*.