to be with danger

still trying to find a way out of here

To a chair, type was to a corner to have his fingers under something to then sign heavily has he felt concrete.
Hearing the door open, he quickly jumped down to then move the chair to turn to make a face has he eyed the doctor.
He looked to type apologetically.
Type rolled his eyes to then go to sit to that chair to hang his head to roll up his sleeve to then bring out his forarm.
The doctor went to him to then peer his eyes to the side to see a bag, he then stepped to type to eye over him.
"What's in the bag?"
Type turned his head in the opposite direction to scoff.
The doctor took in a deep breathe to then eye the floor.
"Why I'm here, I've ran your blood panels, the baby is growing has expected, I don't think your going to have a miscarriage, however you are not being healthy, your also anemic which is common.
Type signed heavily to then pull down his sleeve to then get up to go about to head to his room to wish he had a door to it.
The doctor followed to go to stand to the door way to eye over him has type went to the bed to lay to his side back to him.
"Mr....."
Type then placed his hands over his ears.
The doctor made a face to then turn to leave.
Type took his hands off to then get up to then search about the room again to try and find a way out, rather he had a chain to his ankle or not.
Going to the office, Mr. Tyme sat to eye some work to feel hollow inside, he then looked up to see the doctor, Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"Has he suffered a miscarriage?"
The doctor rolled his eyes to go stand before his desk to wrap his arms about.
"From his blood panels, no he will not suffer one. What I am mostly worried about is his health. He is anemic also I can tell he is suffering from depression. Which will eventually affect the baby."
Mr. Tyme took in a deep breathe to then look to the papers.
"Give him iron pills, and for the depression, I really do not care, if I have to sedate him for this pregnancy to be viable, if this kid is too be a boy and mine, I will."
The doctor parted his lips to eye over Mr. Tyme to then shake his head to then turn to leave feeling disgusted.
"You are a giant prick!"
Mr. Tyme gritted his teeth to then slowly peer his eyes up to watch the doctor leave.
Type to the room stood under a air vent to make a face.
Wonder if I could get out that way but.....
Type then looked to his ankle to eye the chain, he then tensed has he heard the door open, he then turned his head to look over Mr. Tyme to dart his eyes over him to then turn his head forward.
Mr. Tyme came in to then place himself to the door to look down, he had to take in a very deep breathe, he then went to the kitchen counter to place the bag to it to then stand a bit away from type.
"Ive brought you iron pills, you need to take them."
Type wrapped his arms about himself to keep looking forward.
Mr. Tymes eyes narrowed at the silence.
"If I find out you are not taking these, I will confine you too the bed and have someone force feed you."
Type rolled his eyes to then go about to sit to the couch that was too the living room to then turn on the television to drown out mr. Tyme.
He then went about to turn his head to make a face has he saw the other bag, he then looked to type.
"Did you even eat what I brought you?"
Type gritted his teeth to say nothing.
Mr. Tyme shook his head..
"You need to listen to your cravings."
Type then brought up his hand to then extend his middle finger to then flip off Mr. Tyme.
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes to then go to type to go about the couch to then place his hand to his hair to grip to go to his ear.
"Now you listen to me you deceitful little bitch! I have grown exhausted over your little silent treatment and attitude! They both are not warranted after what you have done! I can just sedate you for all of this you asshole! Keep this up and I will!"
Mr. Tyme breathed in heavily to then dart his eyes has he was smelling something from type he didn't before, he couldn't help but place his mouth to his neck, types eyes widened to then get out of his hold to then turn to eye over him in anger.
"You are never ever going to fucking touch me again you son of a bitch!"
Type turned to go to the bathroom, happy there was a door he could have that had a lock.
Mr. Tyme strightened up to place his hands to the edge of the couch to grip and hard to hang his head to shake it.
What the hell was that!
Mr. Tyme gritted his teeth has he felt he has a massive hard on, he then took in a deep breathe to then leave knowing what he was going to do next..
To the bathroom, type had his hands palm down to the door to have his head hung to breathe in and deep to then gulp has he looked to his massive erection to shake his head.
Why in the fucking hell am I hard! What the hell is wrong with me! I am not ever going to have that prick inside of me again! Not ever!
Type shakily turned to place his back to the door to look sullenly forward, him and Mr. Tyme didn't know this was caused by types growing hormones which would need to be tended to.