Note: This is shorter than the last chapter. Maybe I'll write something longer than a few words one day. Hehe. .
He squinted, the bright white fluorescent light hurting his eyes and making his head throb violently. Was he still in the bathroom?
"Oh, God," Lawrence rasped, sitting up faster than he wanted to. His head spun. "Adam? ADAM!" Larry looked around, pain shooting through him each time he moved. He disregarded it though. A stupid idea on his part, as the next thing he knew he was falling and hitting cold tile floor.
It was as cold as the tile in the bathroom had been. He remembered the sting of it on his flesh as he awoke, only to be thrust in a waking nightmare.
"Adam," he muttered, oblivious to the hands of nurses lifting him back into bed, or the doctor looking over him anxiously. "Adam..." Larry panted violently. He felt so tired he could barely lift his head, which was laying back on the soft pillows provided for him. Someone was shining a light into his dull blue eyes. They backed off quickly. He could hear people speaking, but he had no idea what they were saying.
Larry coughed as cold liquid was poured into his mouth. It was meant to soothe his dry, scratchy throat, yet all he could do was choke. He gasped, trying to take in air. The feeling of being unable to breathe was overwhelming. He moved his head away, seeing another light coming toward him. The face of his frightened companion in the bathroom swam before him. Guilt overshadowed Larry now, weighing on him, a heavy burden.
He had said he would get help. He had promised the hysterical, scared Adam, and he had failed. He left Adam to die alone in that godforsaken bathroom. What would he be doing now? Sitting, waiting for help that would never come? Holding on to a light of hope that would eventually have to burn out? Larry imagined having to sit there for days on end.
The smells of blood and sweat combined with the stench of decaying flesh enough to induce vomit in even the strongest of people. And what about his shoulder? Lawrence knew the wound was not fatal, but the bathroom could be a poster child for infection with the mess that it was.
He coughed a few more times. Those deep, fearful eyes dancing in his head made his heart clench inexplicably. When Adam had revealed the truth to Larry about what he did, what part he played with his pictures, it had hurt. His chest had clenched then, just like it was doing now.
His face burned with anger and shock. Maybe even humiliation that he had been seen doing things no one should know of. Larry felt tears burn on his cheeks, streaming down his face as he reminisced. He was glad everyone had left him to his thoughts, and that no one could see his tears.
"I'm sorry, Adam," he cried. "I'm so sorry."