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"You're going to be all right." Lawrence pressed his forehead against Adam's. "You're just wounded in the shoulder. I have to go and get help. If I don't get help, I'm going to bleed to death."
"Don't leave me." After everything Adam had been through, he was afraid of being alone, even if his only living company had just shot him in the shoulder. Adam understood, or at least, he understood that he couldn't understand. He didn't have a wife and daughter. He didn't have anyone.
"Don't worry, I'll bring someone back. I promise." Lawrence pulled himself to his one good foot and half-limped, half-hopped over to the window with the video camera.
"What are you doing?" asked Adam.
"It's been taping. I don't want them to charge me with attempted murder."
That hadn't occurred to Adam. "I won't tell anyone. I'll say Zep did it. I swear."
Lawrence didn't saw anything. He was too busy smashing the tape against the tile wall. When plastic shards were scattered with the shards of the two-way mirror, he headed for the door.
"Lawrence!" Adam called.
Lawrence paused and looked back, clutching a pipe to support himself.
"We're going to be okay?"
"I wouldn't lie to you," said Lawrence.