XFurubaX: WARNING: Alcohol Reference, some situations related to child abuse, violence and sexual reference. Just letting you know! Be prepared. And also, please review! =D.

"Ok now take a deep breath for me."

Adam inhaled through his nose, holding his breath for a few seconds.

"Ok now let go."

Adam exhaled calmly.

Dr. Phillips (there usual doctor since the Torres' early childhood) took the bell of the stethoscope off of Adam's back and removed the tubes from his ears. "Well, your heart and lungs appear to be…normal."

Drew sat in the chair across from the bed Adam was sitting on. He couldn't take the serious look he had off his face. He went to rest his cheek on his hand when he forgot…God damn it hurt no matter how lightly he touched it. He wasn't sure to glance at Adam or the doctor.

"Well, we're going to run a few tests if you don't mind."

Adam got a look on his face, he hated 'tests'. "Ok…"

Dr. Phillips got a plastic cup out from the cabinet and used a sharpie on the desk to write Adam's name on it. "We'll need a urine sample.", He handed the cup to Adam, "Then we're going to have just a few blood tests."

Adam sighed, "Whatever you say…" He took the cup with him walking to the bathroom across the hall.

Drew sighed rubbing his temple. He scratched his head forgetting about his bad hand.

"Good lord!"

Drew jumped when he heard the doctor. He realized his hand was in plain view, before setting it on his lap covering it with his other hand.

But he wasn't quick enough, Phillips took Drew's wrist, observing his bruised, beat up hand.

"How on earth did that happen?"

Drew tried to smile, he had to think of something…c'mon something… "That's what you get for trying to lift a coffee table by yourself."

Phillips nodded, he seemed to buy it until he looked closer, "Are those…teeth marks?"

Drew flicked his wrist and snatched his hand away. Resting it on the arm of the chair, he smiled at Phillips, not even bothering to respond.

"Ok…I handed the cup to the nurse so what comes next?" Adam asked walking in…not really wanting to know.

"Ah-Oh yes," He lifted a paper upward on his clipboard looking at the paper underneath it, "Well we've decided to run a few blood tests, and an CAT-Scan."

God this couldn't be happening, "CAT-Scan?"

"Yes, just to be sure everything's alright."

Adam looked at Andrew, "Please, get me out of this!", "Alright…whatever you say…"

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"Ok…so the urine test was normal, blood tests…everything seems to be ok."

"So we're done? We can go now?"

"Yes, just sign out."

Drew sighed, relieved that his brother was alright. Well, his health was alright. He turned to head to their hospital room, "Ok, just let me go get Ad-"

"But…there's something I should tell you."

Drew turned back, "About…what? I thought you said everything was fine-"

"For the blood and urine tests, but the results of his…" Phillips cleared his throat, opening the drawer of the X-rayed pictures of Adam's skull and brain, "Brain scan…have a look here."

Drew leaned in more, hovering over the pictures on the counter. There was something strange in the brain part…it looked like electric waves or something…very snake like. Drew wasn't sure to get nervous or to stay calm…he'd rather have not seen the pictures at all.

"What is that?"

"We're not sure. We are going to call your mother about this and discuss it. And when we find out…you'll definitely know."

Drew's jaw slowly opened, holding his mouth agape he stared at the doctor, before looking at the photos again.

This was…impossible. No matter what was going on, Drew was trying incredibly hard to be the one that's there for Adam. But what the hell is going on? He gulped a little, "We'll be going now…"

He started to walk the opposite way back down the hallway but he was stopped when Phillips called. "Do you need me to look at that hand?" Drew looked down at his hip, at his dangling, sore hand covered still with faded teeth marks.

"No…I'm fine."

Drew couldn't focus on the way home, he kept staring at Adam, nearly running into the car in front of him at one point. He loved Adam. God knew he loved Adam. But he felt himself declaring war with himself. One side saying how he should remain supporting him and trying to fix whatever was wrong with him, not caring about their mother's wrath. The other sided with their mother, and said that they should follow along with the more rational reason why he's acting like this. He did not like this battle. It would be a tough fight. And every moment he was sure he made his decision to help Adam, he'd notice his hand…every time.

Adam laid on the couch. Not doing anything. Not reading his comic book. Not tracing the sewed in details of the couch with his finger. He was staring at the ground with…an either tired, or saddened expression. Drew didn't even bother to try and talk to him. He didn't walk into the same room as him. Instead he walked up to his room. Locking his door, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands hating himself with the sheer thought that he hated his brother.

Adam sat up on the couch, sighing. He just wanted to be normal. And with what happened with his brother there was no chance of showing Drew he could make up for that. How could he have violently attacked his brother? It didn't make any sense to him. Adam had no idea what happened. He shivered when it came back to him. His head was hurting again and Drew had already left the room to get the water. Out of no where, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder and when he turned around…nothing. But he heard the coffee table fall over, he turned to face in front of him. Nothing…but he was frozen. Nothing around him but blackness and voices…the god damn voices. The next thing he could remember was laying on the floor, feeling like someone threw a baseball at his head hard, and Drew kneeling down above him. Bruised and beaten up.

What the hell had happened Adam still didn't know. He wanted to get out of the house. He wanted to get out of the room. He walked upstairs and walked down the hallway. He went to see if Drew wanted to play basketball or something but he saw his door was shut. And when his door was shut it meant he was having 'Drew time'. And when he was having 'Drew time' he wouldn't stop and do anything else. Adam sighed aggravated, its like he wasn't even a part of the family anymore. He slammed the door to his bedroom and fell back onto his bed, not even giving a thought about the attic. He was surprised to find himself holding back a sob. The collision of his anger, sadness and confusion soon became too overwhelming for him and he simply lost it. He buried his face into his pillow, crying quietly to himself. It reminded him of the days when he used to burn himself. It hurt like the flames of hell. No, worse than that. It wasn't the physical pain that hurt him. It was the mental pain, the hatred of his body, the anger towards his other peers, loosing his faith in humanity. The fact that he had to do this to cope with it. The fact he had to cope with tranny or freak or even dyke. But this made names seem like nothing. The thought of being shoved away by his family. By his brother. His one hero. It made him want to bawl like a little child.

Adam wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. He didn't want Drew to know how upset he was. He walked to the bathroom to wash his face. He rubbed his eyes with the cold water from the sink. He hated seeing himself after he cried. His face red and a forced pout, his eyes glassy and exhausted. He always felt so stupid and weak when he cried. So fucking girly. He's had long talks about boys crying with his father and brother many times and they always told him the same thing, "A boy crying doesn't make them weak, it shows that they're not afraid to show their emotions when they can't hold them in anymore." Adam still felt like a fucking girl. He sucked it up before shoving more cold water at his eyes. He dried them with his sleeve again but then he saw himself in the mirror. His eyes… They were extremely bloodshot.

Adam wasn't sure what he was seeing and he blinked a few times before looking at the mirror closer. His eyes were blue…not his usual deep blue but…they were crystal-like…almost clear. Adam let out a shocked gasp when he realized it and slammed against the wall, turning his head away form the mirror. He closed his eyes and turned his head back at the mirror.

His eyes were perfect again. His usual azure color.

He could feel tremors all throughout his body. He looked at his hands, they were pretty much out of his control. He was breathing erratically. Out of the blue he couldn't feel anything. He slowly slid down the wall to the floor. His heart was pounding incredibly hard. He was sure it was going to shoot out of his chest. He tried to call Drew but he was too panicked to make the words come out of his mouth. He turned his head out to the hallway and he saw two silhouettes. A man and a girl…

He slammed his head against the wall, shutting his eyes tightly. His breaths were even heavier but they began to slow…His tremors faded away and his hands were in his control once again. He breathed in and out repeatedly but calmly. He opened his eyes and looked out the doorway.

Nothing.

He grabbed the towel rack above him and pulled himself off the floor and to his feet. He gazed at his reflection through his bangs. Nothing was out of place, except his eyes were bloodshot again and his face was white.

"What the fuck is happening to me?"

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He went back to school the next day. He arrived to his English class just seconds before the bell. When he walked in everyone around him stopped having their side-conversations and stared with worried, frightened expressions.

"God…please go back to talking."

He sat in his seat next to Eli who was also among the staring students. Adam opened his bag grabbing his binder and beginning to copy the vocabulary words on the board. Eli went to talk to him, "Hey, are you-"

"I suggest you copy this Mr. Goldsworthy you only get three minutes."

"Yeah yeah, sorry." He grabbed his pencil, scribbling down the words. He glanced at Adam. He was almost like nothing happened. Of course Eli should've expected him to act that way.

The bell rang and it was time for their third class. Adam shoved his binder into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Eli didn't even bother to pack his books; grabbing them and rushing out behind him.

"Adam! Hey!" He grabbed him turning him around. "How do you feel?"

Adam shrugged "Fine. Why?"

The two walked to their lockers, "Monday…remember you…?"

"Yeah…um…it was just…low…blood sugar…" "You fucking liar." Adam turned the dials on his lock.

"Thank god, I thought it was something serious. Clare was to." He snickered before leaning in closer, "She told me she even said a prayer for you at the Christian club."

Adam laughed a little. Clare could be so cute sometimes. She was not a freak about her religion, but she was just being thoughtful.

Speaking of Clare, "Hey! I see we have the gang back."

Eli smirked at her, raising a flirtatious eye brow, "And where were you all hour?"

"Oh…I had to catch up on some stuff for my geometry."

"Been slacking lately?"

Clare giggled and they leaned in for a kiss, then they noticed a teacher. Clare opened up her locker. Adam rolled his eyes reaching for his textbook. He felt like a third wheel again.

"Um…are you feeling better Adam?"

Adam shut his locker, "Much." Even though he felt no different than Monday, or the day before.

"Good. It was awkward being stuck alone with him at lunch." She gestured to Eli.

"Hey, did I or did I not share my cinnamon bon with you?"

"Eli. You took my cinnamon bon…then gave me a piece of it."

"Whatever you say…"

Adam was in complete third-wheel mode. "I'll see you guys later…" He inched away from the couple and to his history class.

When the day ended the two brothers began biking home. After the first street they had to cross, Drew suddenly lost his grip and swerved into Adam. Adam almost fell over but he was able to stop himself with his foot. Drew however, threw his bike down, clutching his wrist, groaning in pain. Adam tossed his bike down as well.

"Andrew you ok?"

"Yeah…it's just my hand…" Adam could tell by the pitch of his voice he was in pain.

"God…don't hold onto the handles so tightly."

"I wasn't, that's my point." He bit back harshly. Apparently he had a bad case of 'pissy mood'. Adam was just showing concern for his brother…

"Want to just walk? You know, roll our bikes along?"

Drew breathed a little. "That would work."

It took about 30 minutes longer to get home than it would. Did Adam really hurt Drew that bad? Did he crack his knuckle by…whatever he did? God he hated the thought of hurting his brother. He hated thought of the thought that he hurt his brother. He was sure Drew would get over it and it would never happen again. At least he hoped.

The family sat at the table but no one talked. Adam could actually eat that night. Drew's dominant hand was the one that he had "injured" so he had to use his left hand which wasn't exactly the easiest. He was just lucky his mom had bought the slamming it into a wall story. Audra ate slowly, looking at Adam every now and then. Their father wasn't home. He had went to a friend's house to watch the fights. (And to pop drinks all night and end up staying over night because he can't drive).

Audra eventually dropped her fork and folded her hands. "Adam."

He swallowed his food, "Yeah?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Good why?"

She smiled closing her eyes, "Truthfully, I've been nervous all day about your visit with Dr. Phillips."

"Well ah, nothing's wrong. Right…Drew?"

Drew lowered his fork looking at their mom. "Yeah. Nothing wrong at all…" he turned to Adam. Drew had half-convinced himself that the results were a mix up with someone who had schizophrenia or something…

"Well…" she sighed, "That's a relief. You think you can handle the rest of the week?"

Adam grinned, "Mom…I think two more days won't kill me. By next week I'll be just fine."

"Hm." She finished up her plate.

Adam took another bite of his food before she spoke again.

"Don't forget you have therapy Sunday."

He chewed and chewed…then swallowed. "I know mom…I know." He still wasn't thrilled about that.

Later on Adam changed into his night clothes and closed his door. But then he looked at the closet. It was open just a crack. He went to close it when he noticed the attic door was completely open. But then he noticed something…peculiar. He looked on the first step of the stairs to the attic, there was a teddy bear.

"What the hell?"

He stepped into the closet and reached out for the doll…

A tiny white hand from the inside of the attic grabbed its arm and gently dragged it up a step.

"Oh my god…"

Adam slammed the door shut and bolted it with his desk chair. He knew he couldn't scream. She would just vanish before his mom or Drew got up there. He laid on his bed, clutching his pillow, tangling himself in his bed sheets. He shut his eyes tightly and begged himself for no more hallucinations.

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Drew's alarm clock went off as he rushed to turn it off in order not to wake his mother. He rubbed his eyes before swinging his legs off of his bed. He looked at the floor, then looked again. Adam was there. Peacefully asleep at the side of his bed. He brought a pillow and the violet blanket Drew gave him a while back when his room was cold. Drew was confused. Then he remembered. When they were little when Adam was four and Drew was five, Adam used to have nightmares all the time. Normally kids would crawl in between their parents but not Adam…he'd crawl into bed with Drew and he'd be fine for the rest of the night. It had been a long time since Adam went to Drew for comfort. It felt…pretty nice to know he was there for Adam even though he didn't realize it. He touched Adam's head, "Hey, rise and shine."

Adam moaned, opening his eyes. He pushed himself to an upward position. "What time is it?"

"Seven."

"K…" Adam wiped the sleep dust from his eyes.

Drew tried to hide a smile, "Why did you sleep in here?"

Adam yawned, "Oh…uh…My room was freezing last night. So I came in here about midnight." It wasn't completely a lie.

"Ok…" He stood up, "Well," he rushed to the bathroom, "Whoever makes it to the bathroom first gets to do what they need to do!"

"Andrew!" Drew slammed the door locking Adam out. Adam laughed a little, "C'mon Drew! My shower is more important than your hair."

Drew snickered at that. He reached for the gel and then he saw his hand. He had almost forgotten. The bite mark was gone but it still hurt when he flexed it…He looked at it.

"Andrew…"

He put on a mask with a smile on it and opened the door. "Fine, fine."

"Thank you." He slid past Andrew and into the bathroom.

At school, the trio was sitting at their usual table.

"So…there you have it. There's something in my house."

"And your sure you didn't imagine it?"

"Positive."

Eli's eyes lit up and Clare's looked horrified.

She tried to throw in a nervous laugh "Um…wow."

"That's some fucked-up shit."

Adam nodded, not sure what to say about it anymore.

"Did you tell your paren-"

"Clare…"

"Aaaand that's a no…"

"Do your parents know anything at all about this 'thing'?"

"Well, they don't know anything about the little girl but I did tell them that something's in the house."

Clare was about to eat her sandwich, "Well maybe telling them would be the best thing…"

"Hm." Adam took a sip of his milk.

Somehow the week was way shorter than he intended and it was suddenly Sunday. He hadn't listened to Clare and mentioned his little experience on Wednesday. Hell, he didn't tell his mom about any little girl. They walked into the office on the top floor again. Adam saw the exact same people he'd seen his last appointment only this time, he was between the old man and his mother. But a few minutes later Audra stood up.

"Honey I have to use the bathroom if they call you just go ahead in."

"Ok."

She turned and walked out into the hallway. Adam turned away awkwardly from the old man. He really didn't want a conversation about shows that played in the 60s. He wasn't even thought of then. 30 seconds later the door opened. He hoped it would be his turn but nope. It was Abby…holding her bunny doll in her arms. The therapist gestured to the old man to talk to him.

"Abby, why don't you sit down while gramps talks?"

She smiled, crawling into the chair next to Adam. He looked at the floor, zoning out. Then he felt a tiny finger tap his shoulder. He turned back to see that Abby was the one poking him.

He took a good look at her. She was adorable. Deep brown hair, her bangs pulled back by her headband. She was wearing a pink dress with flowers on it and dress shoes to match. Deep brown eyes that shined in light.

"What's your name?"

He smiled softly, not to make her nervous. "Adam."

She smiled perking up, she wasn't shy at all, "Mines Abby! I'm this many!" she held up seven fingers. "I turn eight tomorrow!"

"Well, happy early birthday."

She giggled, then she picked up her bunny next to her and sat it on the arm of the chair. "This is Ellie. My daddy gave her to me before he moved away."

Wait a second…"Moved away?"

"Yeah…my daddy doesn't live with us anymore."

Adam completely understood why such a sweet little girl was here now.

"Do you live with your daddy?"

"Yes I do…and my mom and my brother."

"And your sister right?"

"…Wait, What?"

Her grandfather took her hand, "Ok Abby lets go-"

"No wait!" Adam stood up and kneeled to get to her eye-level. "What did you say?"

"You have a sister right? She was sitting next to you the last time I saw you."

Adam was incredibly confused.

She frowned, holding her bunny close. "She didn't look very nice…"

"Ok Abby…mommy's waiting in the car."

Adam stood up, she waved bye as they left the room. Audra passed them as they exited. She smiled at Abby before walking in, "She's a cutie isn't she?" Adam was hopelessly befuddled.

"Adam?"

He snapped back into reality, "Oh…yeah. Adorable."

"Adam Torres."

"Guess that's your cue."

Adam stood up from the chair and walked to the end of the hall. He opened the door. Leslie was at her desk signing some papers. She pushed her glasses up, smiling.

"Hello again Adam."

"Hey…" He walked over and at on the couch.

"How's your week been?"

"It's been…fine. Yours?"

She giggled walking over to the same chair in front of him, "Just wonderful. My niece came into town and she's been staying with me for the week."

Adam forced a smile, "That sounds nice."

"Oh it was!" She clicked her pen, crossing her leg and setting her clipboard on it. "So tell me, any bad news?"

Adam shrugged, "Nope."

"Any more fainting issues, or nightmares?"

Adam nodded, "No, not since our last meeting."

"Well that's good…" She wrote down a few scentences on her paper before looking back at him?

"I've wanted to ask, have you 'seen' that little girl?"

Adam opened his mouth, he began to think whether he should tell her or not. He was 50% sure that she'd think he was a schizo, or that he had psychosis…or both. No way she could think he was sane. But he was sane! Wasn't he? He was arguing in his head when he realized his mouth was open and she was waiting for her answer.

"No. No I have not."

"Ok…" A few more scentences.

"So, I don't know if you know but, your mother called me yesterday."

Adam raised an eyebrow, "She did?"

"Yes and she told me that you lost your vision on Monday and that you had to go to the hospital."

Adam leaned back in his seat, trying to act cool about everything when in reality, he was scared as hell. "Yeah…nothing serious. In fact, nothing at all…I just needed a check up."

"Really? Do you have any idea why? Did you see anything before you lost your vision?"

God he knew he wasn't making sense to her, there was no point in lying anymore he thought, he may as well just tell her. She's obviously had people like him. Maybe even worse than him. People who were on the verge of jumping off the building.

"Yes…"

"What did you see?"

"I saw…that girl…"

She looked confused, "Well, I'm sorry but I thought you said-"

"I was wrong. I did see her during the week. More than once."

"Well…when was the most recent time you saw her?"

He clutched the edge of the couch, shutting his eyes trying not to panic. He opened them again.

"Wednesday night, I don't know if it really was there but…I looked into the door leading to the attic,"

Leslie observed him carefully, she looked at his hands shaking.

"And there was a stuffed animal…"

Leslie herself leaned back in her chair. "A stuffed animal?"

"Yes M'am. A bear."

She went back to writing at her usual quick pace.

"Go on."

"I had no idea how it got there. I've never seen it before…so I went to pick it up then…"

He gulped, "This…white hand takes the doll and starts to drag it upstairs…I slammed the door closed and I slept in my brothers room that night."

"Have you been in the attic since then?"

"No…no I have not…"

The door opened, it was Audra, "Excuse me?"

Leslie looked up at her.

"I went to go ahead and pay the front desk but the wont accept debit cards…is there any where near by to get cash?"

"Yes there's a bank with an ATM machine down the road."

"Down the road…Adam, I'll be right back in time to pick you up but just sit in the waiting room if I'm not.

Adam nodded a 'yes'.

"Ok I'll be right back." Then she closed the door.

Leslie laughed looking at Adam, "She must really be the one to get things taken care of."

Adam rolled his eyes, "You can say that again…"

"Well ok…" her eyes scanned her notes back and forth before looking back up at him, "Adam, I know what your thinking."

"If you knew what I was thinking…"

"I don't think you are schizophrenic because believe me you have never met a truly schizophrenic person in your life. And I have. They are nothing like you."

Adam's eyes widened, she really did know him. It was…amazing.

She got up and sat next to him. "I've also never had a patient as…calm and mature as you…"

Adam started to feel uncomfortable, he scooted closer to the arm of the couch away from her. "Thank you…I try."

She smiled at him. There was something…strange about her smile. He felt a hand rub back and forth on his thai. His shoulders tensed up and he laughed nervously, "What are you doing?"

"You know you're a very charming young man?"

Adam's cheeks got hot, he smiled. An incredibly freaked and unsure smile, "Mrs. Burkett, that…disturbs me."

She scooted closer, "What disturbs you?"

He threw her hand off, "The fact that your old enough to be my mom."

She leaned in more, "Oh age is a number honey…"

"Mrs. Burkett-"

"Ms. Burkett. Adam."

Ok this was REALLY uncomfortable for Adam. He stood up and he tried to rush to the door but he felt an arm wrap around his neck and a hand gently rest on his chest. Leslie leaned in over his shoulder, she sounded frighteningly intense and serious,

"You are like my husband in so many ways…" she breathed heavily kissing his cheek. He tried to bolt out of her grasp but she grabbed his wrist with her other hand. Adam got more and more horrified as he kept breathing harder and harder.

"You are a beautiful, young man. Beautiful…" she moved his bangs to the side kissing his cheek again only this time she caught the corner of his lip.

Adam gently held her hand that was precariously moving to his neck, "I hardly know you and already you show me who you truly are…" he had never been so disturbed in his life.

She let go, playing with his hair, "If anyone found out…I'd lose my job. And I need the money." She held his waist, kissing deeply into his neck.

Adam felt…intense. He started breathing in and out heavily. His heart started pounding. Then his vision began to blur on and off.

Oh shit…he knew what was happening. He started to feel nauseas.

"Ms. Burkett."

"Shh." She went back to digging into his neck with her lips.

"You should really let me go…"

"I'm just getting started." She put her hands on his shoulders. Her long red fingernails digging into his jacket. She kissed cheek again.

He started shaking like mad again, "I'm SERIOUS!" He was breathing erratically again but she wasn't listening.

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Audra finally got out of that bank. It was the longest line she ever stood in, just to get $30. She was pulling up to the building when she noticed people crowding around the front entrance. She could hear police sirens in the distance. Cops putting up police tape in front of the entrance. She parked her car and rushed to the crowd.

"OH MY GOD!"

It was Leslie. Her bloody, dead body. Blood leaked from her head, her legs and arms contorted in a way they shouldn't. Her suit was torn and ripped. Shards of glass scattered into her arms and around her body. She backed away from the frightened crowd and looked up. The top window where her office was, was smashed.

"No…no Adam!" She pushed past the crowd, ducking under the tape and reaching for the door. A cop stopped her,

"M'am please-"

"No, please! My son is up there!"

"What?"

"He is one of her clients please let me go up!"

The officer gave a sympathetic expression, but he had to follow orders. "Miss, I'm sorry but I cant-"

"I don't care what you can't!" She shoved him aside running into the building. Her heels didn't make it any easier. She didn't want to waste time in the elevator and rushed up the stair way. She ran into the waiting room, the door leading to the hallway of offices was open, she could see men running back and forth down the hallway. She ran to the hallway and looked at the end where Leslie's office was. He saw two men in there. One standing up and the other crouching. They were both staring at a corner. She walked in.

"Adam?"

The cops turned around. The one that was crouched stood up and moved out of the way.

It was Adam.

He was balled up in some sort of fetal position. Shaking, eyes wide and exhausted. Not saying anything. She slowly walked toward him. She looked at the window. It was in fact smashed. She slid down to her knees in front of him. There was something off about his eyes. They were…much lighter than before.

"Adam?" she gently touched his shoulder. He shuddered and gasped. His head shooting up at her. He shook even harder. She grabbed both his shoulders.

"What happened?" she asked as straight forward as she could.

He just looked up at her with the same expression as when she arrived. He continued shaking.

"Adam…lets go home." She lifted him to his feet. When she let go he almost fell back down. She grabbed his waist when he nearly reached the floor. She looked at him again. She could barley see the color of his eyes. Let alone his pupils. He was shaking even harder (if it was possible).

"Adam…come on." The police didn't say a word. They just moved out of her way as she helped Adam out of the room for the last time they'd ever been to that office.

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