Chapter 2
By now Adam believed that at least a day had passed since Lawrence left him. His shoulder was aching worse and he now feared moving it, as the bleeding finally stopped. The last thing he wanted to do was re-open the gunshot wound in his shoulder, however by now he was severely dehydrated. His mouth was dry and his lips chapped. He had to get a drink.
'Well, the toilet's out of the question...,' he thought to himself and then his eyes lit up as he remembered his rude awakening in the tub.
As he slowly lifted himself to a standing position, the pain in Adam's shoulder returned. He slowly covered the wound with his left hand once again, ensuring that pressure remained on the wound, if not to keep his shoulder from bleeding then to dull the pain. He stiffly walked over to the rusted bathtub and felt for the knob to turn on the water. Seconds later he found it, much to his relief.
He placed his hands under the cool running water and started to feel better. He rinsed the stickiness of dried blood from his hand and began to drink. When he drank his fill, he began to bathe his wounded shoulder. The cool water felt good against the burn of the wound. After he cleaned the wound as well as he could have with his resources, he settled back down in his corner and slept.
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Lawrence slowly came out of his deep sleep. His aching muscles were comforted by the soft mattress that he now lay on and the lights were dimmer here. He was covered with a thin, worn blanket faded blue in color. As he regained his senses, he heard talking coming from another room. He recognized the old man's voice but he didn't realize at the moment who the young woman was that he was talking to; perhaps a daughter?
"Hello?" he muttered, still a little foggy from his sleep. The old man appeared next to him within a few minutes and sat in a chair that was placed next to Lawrence's bed. Lawrence suddenly became confused and worried. This seemed to be the man that was on the floor in the bathroom; his former patient, John. But that couldn't be; the man on the floor was dead...a suicide after losing to Jigsaw's game.
"Hello Doctor, how are you feeling?" John said, quite calmly. Lawrence lay there, stunned as he tried to fit the pieces together.
"Don't worry, I can clear this up for you." John said. "I took you to teach you a lesson; you did not appreciate the family you had so I taught you to appreciate them. Had you not so desperately sacrificed your body to see them again I would not have helped you. You are very fortunate to be alive, Doctor."
"What about Adam?" Lawrence asked sternly.
