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It's been three months since the collapse of the Unknowing's ritual.
Three months of forever burning in hiding.
Tim had no intentions of revealing his continued existence. He had no intentions on coming back to the irons bars of a cage that was the Magnus Institute.
But of course, he would find the call of the Beholding draw him towards a hospital.
A call that wasn't exactly like the nauseating ache that Tim would experience from with-drawing from the institute; but a call of a fickle, melting candle on its last bit of wax.
No matter how much he refused the call, he would always find himself picking up at the entrance of the hospital.
So he finally decided to cut the call's wire.
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Once Tim arrived to the white patient room, there was only a vase of marigolds, red carnations, and begonias of color that sat beside the bed of Jonathan Sims.
His eyes had bored onto the coma induced man.
And if Jon was awake to find Tim's eyes on him, he was sure his glare would kill him in a heartbeat. A ironic way for the stalking death.
The room around him had gone hotter by the minute as he continued to stare down the transforming man.
He took his first step towards the laying figure. Each steps dragging across the concrete.
Tim stood over scarred body; the explosion dealing a lot of coverage on the already previous ones.
The more he looked over it, he found himself reaching for whom turned him into this empty husk of grief. Lending out his left hand as a mass of heat that swelled within. Growing closer as his hand could find a comfortable grip around the throat.
When his touch had accompanied the bandages, Tim would wrench his grip on it's throat. Put it out of its mercy with all his flaming fury.
Yet he never did. He couldn't.
Not even with a million reasons he had; Tim couldn't hurt Jon.
It just…wasn't fair.
Not to him. Not to Jon.
He recoiled his touch as his heat would fall back. Only to move over to sweep away the unkempt man's hair out of his mostly bandaged face.
Tim exhaled with a haul of smoke lingering. Leaning forward as he got a better look of the sleeping Jon. Noticing how lost he must be within the Beholding's hold.
So he would place warmth upon Jon's forehead with his lips. Causing a slight gentle sizzle to inform his presence, as this would be the last time they would be in the same room together.
At least for now.
That is, if Jon will ever manage to prove himself to Tim.
That he had truly cared for all of them.