Tommy's POV

My mind buzzed and head throbbed. Where was I? What happened? I felt a pain rip through my stomach and I gripped it, looking down. O,h yeah. I got stabbed in the stomach by some stupid ghost I couldn't even see, trying to save Adam's life.

I shifted, turning to see Adam lying next to me. He was sleeping. His hand rested gently on my chest, and I noticed a small piece of leather sticking out. I slowly moved his hand, trying not to wake him. My stomach hurt badly when I tried to move. But when I saw what was under Adam's hand, I gasped, smiling a bit before gripping it tightly. He had taken the charm and put it on a leather rope. It looked beautiful but I knew I couldn't take it. I was still peeved about what he did. How could he? And he probably CALLED Brad to his house so he could get me over there. Because he knows I wouldn't let him die. This was probably all just a set up. And all that cuddling? That was all just so I could keep Adam safe and so he didn't die. It meant nothing in my eyes.

Adam mumbled something in his sleep. I couldn't quite hear what he had said, so I leaned over and put my ear near his face.

"Tommy..." he mumbled. But this time I could hear it. Was he dreaming about me? No, probably dreaming about how he is going to choose Drake. And honestly, I don't care because even if he wants me back, I'm not accepting.

I stood up from the bed, walking to the bathroom. Of course, I needed to pee; I was out for like, seven hours. What do you expect?

The bathroom was weird. Mostly because it was for like, wheelchair patients and stuff. Old fashion wallpaper graced the walls and the toilet was to the right. It had a bar net to it. The short sink was straight ahead. I shivered at the sight. It made me uncomfortable. I just wanted to be home or at Alli's house. This reminded me, I should call Alli after.

I walked over to the toilet, standing in front of it, and unzipping my pants. I maneuvered my dick through my boxers and let it all out. I sighed. It felt good. But not as good as coming for Adam...

No, Tommy! Adam doesn't love you anymore! So just give up!

When I finished, I pushed myself back in and zippered back up. I washed my hands with the awful smelling soap, and opened the door.

I jumped at the sight of Adam standing right in front of me. "Tommy," he said smiling, and leaning in for a hug. I dodged it and walked back over to the bed. I sat down and he walked over, confused. "Tommy?" he said, standing in front of me now.

"What?" I spat. He didn't deserve kindness right now.

"Are you o-okay?"

I gave him a death glare. "Okay? OKAY? What makes you think I would be okay? The love of my life has a second soul mate and he broke my heart. Yes, I'm perfectly fine!" Sarcasm was in my tone, and he flinched.

"Tommy, please let me explain," he said, looking really desperate.

"Oh, I gave you plenty of chances, Adam. First the freak show and now this. I'm done, Adam, I'm done," I said, fleeing the room. I wanted food. Food would make it better.

I walked into the cafeteria, looking around at all the old people. My head pounded. What the hell? Did I hit my head or something? Whatever.

I stood in line, waiting to get my food. I felt awkward standing there in a crowd of a bunch of old people. But someone ran up to me, wrapping their arms around my waist from behind.

"I swear Adam, if you even-" I turned around and saw Alli. I hugged her, smiling into her shoulder.

She always made everything seem better.