The moment Timmy opened his mouth, a group of women entered the room. One of them was the doctor who had come along when he was captured, at her side, was a red-head woman that appeared much younger, also in a white coat. After then, two, much bigger women entered, wearing army uniforms and a red beret with the Unite Nations symbol on their heads. Then, the last two women, wearing suits, occupied the room and closed the door.
Timmy had never been in touch with someone else other than his mother. Despite knowing, there were other people in the world, since his mother used to play movies and read books to him, with all sorts of people on it, he got scared and intimidated seeing so many people standing in front of him like this.
Still a little groggy, he barely had memories of the night before, he heard a loud noise, then, his mother screamed and now... here he was... Building up his courage, he finally spoke:
"W-where... where is mom?"
The ladies just stood there looking at him. Their hearts were racing, this was probably the most important moment of their lives, hell, not even from their lives, but for the whole world! There, all scared and shanking, lying on the bed, was the future of mankind! All of them had their losses thanks to the YK-8, they lost their fathers, husbands, friends and sons, they all saw and felt the suffering from the pandemic and were determined to avenge the ones who passed away from it. Taking a deep breath, the blonde doctor spoke:
"H-hello kid", she cleared her throat, "My name is Dr Miller and these are my assistants, Mary and Lisa. What is your name, boy?"
"T-Timmy..." he started to cough. All the women's eyes became wide with shock and they almost panicked, but Dr Miller quickly grabbed a cup of water and gave to him. The boy drank fast and took a deep breath. The redhead, Mary, started to speak, but in a calm, motherly voice:
"Timmy hun, that's a very beautiful name"
"Thank you... can you please tell me where is my mom?"
Dr Miller looked over the two women with suits with a stern look. One of them, with dark raven hair in her mid-20s, gave a couple steps forward and sighed. Trying to make a motherly voice just like Mary, but having little to no success with it, she said:
"Well Timmy, my name is Mrs Böse, how are you today?" She almost extended her hand for Timmy to shake but was stopped by Dr Miller and her assistants, since no one could touch the boy thanks to the risk of contamination. Since he didn't answer, Mrs Böse continued, "Well, your mother is in another hospital right now, she hurt herself when we arrived to take you and is receiving the best treatment the government can offer!"
"Wait... what?! Did she got hurt?! Why?! What is going on?!"
Timmy threatened to stand up, but Mrs Miller and Lisa walked at him and calmly began to speak:
"Don't worry kid, your mother is fine, she is tough, right? You both are going to be okay, we just need you to listen to us here, can you do this?"
Timmy nodded and the doctors grabbed a chair to sit next to his bed...
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