Wannabe detectives

A sour face appears out of no where the teenager cold as ice looks down the street, the moon shines on the side of his head, lamps flicker now and again complete silence. The Teen walks down the road, his footsteps soft as if he was a ghost, he stops at the end of the street, a new figure appears down the road, the teen calls out "good evening Mr Greaves!" Mr Greaves and old man smiles back, his white hair sways in a slight breeze " good evening Tom" he says in a croaky voice "what brings you out in the middle of the night?" Tom replies back with a grim look "I couldn't sleep, not since my parents died in that car accident" Mr Greaves gives a slight nod and continues "after my dog passed away I still walk at night, as if I still have him by my side" the two acquaintances walk down the road together chatting away, they finally stopping outside a*****e. Tom with a warmed up voice says to Mr Greaves "I will be right back I just need to get milk and teabags" Mr Greaves responds once again with a small smile and nod, watching Tom enter the store. Tom picks up a pint of cold milk from the fridge, gunfire pierces the silent night, tom freezes for a second. the shops keeper a young looking woman let's out a blood curdling scream, Tom drops the milk on the store floor and runs outside, there on the floor is Mr Greaves who is bleeding out, in the distance two hooded figures run off into the darkness of the night, Tom pulls out his phone and calls for an ambulance, frantically he says "HELP PLEASE, WE ARE ON TENTH STREET AT THE STORE! the operator replies rather calmly "what seems to be the problem?" Tom answers "THERES AN OLD MAN BLEEDING OUT, HE HAS BEEN SHOT!" the operator tries to comfort Tom " we are on route, remain calm. What seems like hours but in fact minutes later an ambulance with it's blue light lighting up the darkness, it screeches to a Holt, paramedics jump out of the ambulance and grab some bags before running over to the fatally wounded old man, the paramedics begin to save poor old Mr Greaves who by this time is now as pale as a sheet of white paper. the paramedics ask Tom what had happened, without hesitation he exclaims, that he went into the store for Milk and teabags when he heard gunshots ring out, as he continues " I saw two hooded figures run down the alley over there" pointing towards the alley to the far right. "Is Mr Greaves going to make it?' The paramedic grimaces " we doing everything we can to save him" the other paramedics bursting out of the ambulance with a spinal board, both paramedics get the old man onto the board and loaded onto the ambulance, Tom tags along in the ambulance to the hospital. Couple hours pass Mr Greaves now out of surgery, is recovering in the ICU, having had the Bullets removed from his chest, now sleeping while the anesthetic wears off. mean while Tom was in the waiting room, his head full of questions, like why him?, what did he do?, why did I leave Mr Greaves outside, an hour flies by without being noticed. A nurse comes over to Tom and tells him he can now go and see Mr Greaves if he wishes, Tom stands up quickly" where do I go?" the nurse points down the hallway " down the hall lovely, second door on the left" Tom thanks the nurse as he strides down the hall and opens the second door on the left, seeing the pale and rather limp Mr Greaves, Tom sits beside the bed, looks at him for a second "how you feeling?" and a rattling whisper responds " if it wasn't for you being there I think I wouldn't be here right now" Tom bows his head for a second "I think we have both lost a lot recently and well your the only person I feel i can talk to at the moment. Mr Greaves takes a quiet breath as he covers up the discomfort he is in " Tom your always welcome to talk to me, Evan if I'm old" Tom give a slight smile " you know a lot and learnt a lot in your years, I..........I was hoping you would teach me how to cope losing loved ones?" Mr Greaves Winces in pain as he budges himself slightly " doesn't matter how you cope with lost ones Tom it's how you make yourself better and more aware to why they went" Tom stands up from the seat and looks down at Mr Greaves " well I best get going, it's getting late and you need to rest, would you like me to get the nurse, to help you get comfortable?" looking up at Tom, Mr Greaves nods " if you wouldn't mind, Tom I see you soon hopefully I would have recovered and thank you for being there for me" Tom walks towards the door, looking back " if it's ok with you, I pop up after work tomorrow and see how you are doing" smiles briefly as he leaves the room and closes the door as quietly as he could, before leaving the hospital he tells the nurse that Mr Greaves requested her assistance to get comfortable in the bed, the nurse responds " I be in there in a second as I have his pain relief" Tome leaves the hospital walking towards the bus stop just outside, takes out his bus pass and stands waiting for the bus to arrive. the bus arrives a little late, Tom gets on the bus and takes a seat near the emergency exit, the bus leaves the stop, slowly making it's way closer to where Tom wants to get off.