[ WP ] Ever wondered why time does n't actually `` heal all wounds '' ? That 's because it 's a very old spelling error . They were actually referring to Tim .

What I'm about to tell you is n't some flowery embellished bullshit. It's the honest-to-god truth. So do n't discount me when I say that this is the story of the day I died. 
 
 It's a nice day out. Not a cloud in the sky. Totally blue. I'm driving to the pharmacy ( ironic, I know ) and I try to take a right at the intersection, when some goddamn idiot runs through the red and nearly hits me. That's not the part where I die, but I promise it will be important later. 
 
 So I make it to the pharmacy and go inside, right? There's maybe 10 people, inside, small store, whatever. Shelves full of medicine and the other kinds of shit pharmacies sell. But I was on my way to refill my prescription, so I head up to the counter. 
 
 There's this old lady -- I think she had blond hair, ca n't really remember -- and she's chewing on some gum. She was just done serving a big African-American woman. I wait for her to step aside and then I ask for my prescription, I tell her my information, normal stuff, right? She yells for this guy in the back to get the meds and he goes off to get it. This dude looks pretty normal, he's got brown hair cut way back showing his forehead. He's wearing a white collared shirt and khakis, I think. Also his nose is super small, but that's not really important. 
 
 Before he can get back with the meds, I hear shouting from right behind me, by the entrance. So I turn around, right, and guess what I see? Same fucking guy who nearly hit me! But get this: he's holding a gun. Pistol I think. Waving it in the air, *screaming* at us to get something. 
 
 Old lady at the counter does n't say anything. She just stands there. I'm getting about ready to try and bolt but this lady is just steely, so I do n't move a muscle. Gun guy comes up the counter, pointing at all the customers to get on the ground. They do, but me and old lady are just standing there, doing nothing! I have no fucking idea where dude in white was, but gun guy shoves the pistol in my face telling me to step aside so he can get drugs from the old lady. 
 
 I do n't move. I'm staring straight at him, so I do n't know what the lady was doing, but something set gun guy off, because he just shouts and knocks me in the head with his gun. I fall down, but I'm still conscious. A bit dazed maybe. I'm on my elbows and looking up at gun guy, who's holding the pistol way out in front of him like some sort of lunatic. I guess he was. 
 
 Finally, the old lady speaks. I do n't remember what gun guy said, but she goes, `` Sir I need you to calm down before I can serve you.'' Like, fucking what? She's held at gunpoint being yelled at to give some psycho drugs and she tells him to calm down? Good thing gun guy does n't care, and he does n't shoot her. But then I hear a man's voice. And I just *know* it's the dude in white. 
 
 And gun guy gets *pissed. * 
 
 He starts shouting like nothing else and waving the gun around. I've recovered my senses at this point, but I do n't move because there's a guy with a pistol, right? I'm looking around, and I make eye contact with another customer. It's the African-American woman, crouched down behind a shelf. She gestures to the gun guy and I'm mouthing, `` FUCK NO''. But she insists and her feet start moving. 
 
 At this point it's all or nothing and there's a clear line of communication between me and this other customer. So I just go for it. I jump on gun guy and the lady runs towards him, but he shoots off a few bullets so she stops. Old lady at the counter is still just standing there, and I guess dude in white is there too, but I ca n't see him on account of me wrestling with gun guy. 
 
 He keeps firing and eventually throws me off him. I ca n't hear anything because of all the gunshots but even with the adrenaline, I can feel this kinda cold, wet sensation. Everywhere. Gun guy is facing me, and even though I ca n't hear, I know he's shooting me because of the flashes of the pistol and the faces of the other people. 
 
 I fall down and I do n't know what happens next because all I can see is the ceiling, but suddenly dude in white is standing over me. I can barely make out his words and I'm too dazed to read his lips. Seems like gun guy is dealt with. 
 
 After what seems like an hour, I can start to hear again. Dude in white is kneeling over me with his hands on my chest. I ca n't tell if he's doing CPR because I ca n't feel anything, but when I lift my head I notice his hands are just held there over my heart. Lifting my head was a bad idea because then I start to feel the pain. Or maybe it was seeing all the blood. Let's just say the floor was n't red when I came into the pharmacy. 
 
 So dude in white is talking and I start to hear him even though I'm screaming now, out of pain. His voice is kinda soft but firm, you know? Like he's giving me commands. And he's saying, `` Hold still. Lay your head back down. Hold still. Try to keep your breathing steady.'' 
 
 I'm trying to sputter out some words, maybe I wanted to ask him something, but I just ca n't. Gun guy put a bullet in my throat. 
 
 I can hear alright now, and things are a tiny bit calmer. I can feel -- which is not a good thing -- but at least I know what he is saying. 
 
 `` My name is Tim. I am going to heal you. Hold still. Lay your head back down and relax.'' 
 
 I listen and do what he says as much as I can. The ceiling has holes in it and I focus on those holes. There's dust coming down but it does n't get in my eyes, and the holes get bigger. And brighter. As they get closer -- or maybe I'm getting closer -- they start to turn white, but not just piece-of-paper white. More like, sun-on-a-cloudy-day white. Then Tim enters my vision again and I forget about the holes. 
 
 I'm still raised up, and it still feels cold and wet. But Tim does n't seem worried. I feel like I'm floating, painless. I lift my head and it does n't hurt, but Tim tries to lay me back down. Before he can, I notice that some guy in a blue uniform is standing at my feet. Except my feet are at the height of his waist, and I'm laying on something. The man in blue is talking to somebody behind me. 
 
 The ceiling starts to move downward. The pharmacy disappears and the threshold vanishes and then I see blue sky. Tim is still running alongside me as I float away from the pharmacy, with his hands on my chest. There is n't any more pain, but I feel sorta numb. The ceiling turns white and there are bright lights. I stop floating and I set down on a bed or something, with Tim and the two guys in blue standing over me. 
 
 My mind is really slow and I ca n't quite process what's going on, but I start to piece together that I'm in an ambulance. So then I wonder, well why are n't they doing anything? I was just shot a bunch of times, so why are n't they picking out bullets with tweezers or something? Instead they're just talking and occasionally glancing down at me in disbelief. Tim looks alright though, his jaw is n't on the floor. 
 
 This goes on for a few more minutes, but I ca n't really remember much. Eventually I end up staring at a blank white ceiling with bright lights on it, but I'm not moving like I was in the ambulance. Also, the bed I'm in is comfortable and I feel warm. It smells sterilized and there's a steady beeping to my right. 
 
 I try to lift myself up and I do so without resistance. I do n't feel any pain but I'm not numb either. I feel fine. And, of course, Tim is sitting in a chair to my left watching me intently. For once he's not saying anything. There's just the beeping, and I can make out some distance voices and movement. 
 
 So I say to him, `` Who are you?'' 
 
 He opens him mouth but his eyes do n't change at all. `` I'm Tim.'' 
 
 `` You saved me?'' 
 
 `` Yes. I said I would.'' 
 
 I lay back down, exhaling a sigh. `` Thanks, then.'' 
 
 Naturally I ca n't see Tim's expression but I assume it does n't change. I look back up and he's still sitting there, staring. 
 
 `` Why are you staring at me?'' 
 
 `` You are n't going to ask how I saved you?'' 
 
 `` Alright, sure. Why'd you save me?'' 
 
 `` No, I said'how'. To answer your question, though, I might say it's my duty as a man of medicine.'' 
 
 `` You were at the pharmacy. You were going to get my prescription.'' 
 
 `` Yes. Also, do n't worry; the doctors know about it and have you set with your medicine.'' Tim looks at his watch and nods. `` In fact, it's right about the time you take them. I'll be going.'' 
 
 `` Hey, wait!'' 
 
 Tim turns around. `` Yes?'' 
 
 `` The only medicine I'm getting is my normal prescription?'' 
 
 `` Correct.'' 
 
 `` Nothing for the bullet wounds?'' 
 
 `` What bullet wounds?'' 
 
 In disbelief, I shove away my blankets. My body is totally clean, without a trace of blood or even bandages. The only thing out of place is an IV drip, probably what knocked me out. When I look back up, Tim is just gone. A few moments later, some nurses come in with orange bottles. 
 
 `` Time for your meds,'' says one, setting down the pills. 
 
 `` Why did you take off your sheets?'' asks the other. `` Are you too warm?'' 
 
 I shake my head, still staring in disbelief. I turn to the second nurse, who is tidying up the blankets. `` Who was that man just in here?'' 
 
 `` Who? Oh, Tim? He's the man who saved you. You should be very grateful.'' 
 
 `` I am, but I do n't understand how anyone could be saved from that. I must've been shot like 20 times.'' 
 
 `` You were. And you were saved.'' 
 
 `` But who *is* he?'' 
 
 `` He's Tim.'' 
 
 `` Alright, I get that. But how did he heal my wounds?'' 
 
 `` Tim heals all wounds.''
