"THIS WAY, CHANCE!" Tina yells as Chance starts up the wrong hallway.

He turns quickly, grabbing the short lady, that was with him, by the wrist and dragging her along with him.

"Tina, why would he run? Is he alright?" Chance asks as they ran up the hall.

"I'll let you figure it out." Tina says as she tries to catch her breath as they stop just outside of room 111.

She pushes the door open to see Tim ripping the covers from his bed. Tears streaming down his face. Photo albums were scattered around on the floor.

"TIM! HONEY, STOP!!" Tina yells as she runs in. Grabbing him by the wrists, she shoves him against the wall. 

He sobs as he slides down the wall into a sitting position. 

"Sweetheart, calm down." Tina says as she brushes his hair out of his face. "Take deep breaths and listen to me."

He whimpers softly as he tries to do what she says.

"Shhhh." She says as she pulls him into a hug. "It's alright." She whispers to him.

He shakes his head in response.

"Yes, it is. I promise it is." She whispers as she rubs him on the back of his head.

The lady that was with Chance glances down at the floor and something catches her eye. A picture of Chance. She smiles slightly as it all started to make sense.

"Honey?" Tina says as she pushes Tim back to see his face. She smiles as she wipes his tears. "Chance has someone that he wants to introduce to you."

He shakes his head as a tear rolls down his cheek.

"Tim?" Chance says as he squats down in front of Tim. Tina had stood up and took a few steps back. Tim turns his face away from Chance. "There's someone I want you to meet. I've told her all about you. This is Heather, my little sister."

Tim slowly turns his head and looks at Chance.

"Yep, she's my sister. She wanted to see my new apartment so I got her to help me move a few things." Chance smiles. "I'm sorry if I upset you. Will you forgive me?"

Tina glances around to see a few spectators had gathered at the door peeking in.

"Okay, guys." Tina smiles as she begins to gently herd them out. "Show's over."

"What's wrong with Photograph? Did Mr. Chance hurt him? He better not had hurt him. Timmy is my friend and I would hate to have to hurt Mr. Chance." Adam says. "I think I could take him on, but if not, I'm sure Austin and Avi would help me. Cause we all like Photograph and we don't want he upset."

"Virgil would help too." Austin nods. "Virgil likes Tim too."

"No need to send out a lynch mob, guys." Tina giggles. "Everything is fine."

Back inside the room, Tim grabs Chance into a hug.

"So, does this mean that I'm forgiven." Chance chuckles and rubs Tim on the back.

"You're forgiven." Tim whispers near Chance's ear so that no one else could hear him.

Chance quickly pushes Tim back and stares at him with a shocked expression on his face.

Tim smiles shyly and hangs his head.

Chance opens his mouth but nothing but odd sounds came out as he could not form words.

"Shhh." Tim says just barely loud enough for Chance to hear him.

"Tim? I'm very pleased to meet you. Chance has told me all about you." Heather smiles as she stoops down in front of Tim with an outstretched hand.

Tim nods as he shakes her hand.

"Uh, Chance? I would really love to see your apartment so we need to hurry." Heather says. "I have to go to work soon."

"Oh, uh, yeah, right." Chance mumbles as he continues to stare at the brown-eyed man before him. "I'll see ya later?"

Tim smiles and nods as he begins to stand. He sighs as he looks around at the mess that he had made of his room.

"Uh huh, looks like you have a mess to clean up." Tina giggles as she pats him on the arm before leaving.

"Wait, Tina." Chance calls out but she was already gone. "Well, crap."

"What's wrong?" Heather asks.

"I don't know how to get to the apartments." Chance chuckles.

Tim points to himself and motions for them to follow him.

"We left the boxes we brought in at the front desk." Chance says and Tim nods as he leads them down the hall.

After retrieving the boxes, Tim leads them toward the stairwell leading to the apartments. Along the way, he pointed out things that Chance could look for such as water fountains, bathrooms, nurses station and offices.

They walk up to a closed door. Tim points to the door and nods.

"Well, that was easy enough." Chance chuckles as he reaches for the door but finds it locked. "The door is locked."

Tim rolls his eyes and reaches for Chance's ID badge that was hanging around his neck. He pulls Chance down and scans the badge.

"Oh." Chance laughs as he hears the door click open.

"Duh." Heather laughs.

"Tim, you wanna come up and see my apartment?" Chance asks as he holds the door open for his sister.

Tim shakes his head as he pulls his notebook out of his pocket and begins to write.

"Patients aren't allowed upstairs" The note says.

"Oh. Okay. I guess that's understandable." Chance nods as he reads the note.

"There's crazy people here." Tim writes and hands Chance the note and smiles.

Chance laughs as he reads the note.

"I'll see you later?" Chance asks.

Tim nods and waves as he backs away from the door.

"You're right, Bro. He is a cutie." Heather smirks as they head to the apartment.

"Yep and a very talented photographer." Chance comments as he opens his door.

"Wow. This is really nice." Heather says as she walks into the apartment. "I'd kill for an apartment like this."

"I don't think it's quite big enough with all your kids." Chance laughs as he sits down the box he was carrying.

"True." Heather giggles. "But it is a beautiful apartment."

"Thank you." Chance comments.

"Too bad you can't bring your boyfriend up here to see it." Heather smirks as she looks out the window.

"Wait. Boyfriend?" Chance questioned.  

"Umhumm. The gorgeous brunette downstairs." Heather smiles as she looks around at her brother.

"Who? Tim?" Chance asks, trying not to smile.

"Well, duh." Heather laughs. "You know he likes you, right?"

"Really? And just how do you know that?" Chance asks, leaning against the counter folding his arms across his chest.

"Seriously? He was totally upset about you bringing me here. He thought I was your girlfriend." Heather says as she sits down at the table. "I also saw the picture he had of you."

"He took a picture of me? Wait, he takes pictures of everybody." Chance says, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I had a chance to look at the pictures on his wall while you and Tina were talking to Tim. I saw the people he had taken pictures of. They all posed for the pictures." Heather tells him. "But the one I saw of you that was laying on the floor was a candid shot. It was kinda like he didn't want you to know that he took a picture of you."

Chance stands in silence as he let the information sink in.

"Yep, he definitely has the hots for you, big brother." Heather smiles.

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***  HISTORY LESSON  ***

For those of you who don't know, Waverly Hills Sanatorium, the place I am using in this story, is an actual place.

Located in Louisville, Ky, it was a Tuberculosis hospital opened in 1910. It closed it's doors in 1961. It was re-opened in 1962 as a nursing home but closed again in 1982 due to patient neglect.

There are a confirmed 11,000 deaths that occurred inside the hospital.

The ownership switched hands several times. In 2001, the hospital was bought by Tina Mattingly and her husband Charlie.

Waverly Hills is noted as one of the most haunted buildings in America. Many Paranormal groups have investigated the building. It has also been featured on the Travel Channel's 'Most Haunted Places' and 'Ghost Adventures'.

WAVERLY HILLS

The real, TINA MATTINGLY

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