Rebirth – Chapter 14: A Poor Man's Morhpine
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Merry-2004: Mwahaha, Adam is an angst whore. Thanks!
AngelGardian666: Wet dream! XD I can do you one better. But yer gonna have to wait and find out. :D
The next few chapters are much longer, I swears it!
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Lawrence's eyes opened to greet the veil of darkness shrowding his silent hospital room…he couldn't see the clock, so the time remained unknown to him. He hadn't been able to sleep this night. The pain was increasing—and if it managed to recede even a little, the nightmares took its place in keeping him awake. There were no more dreams. No more fantasies. Just the pain, and the memories, and the cruel images trapped within his head whose only purpose was to record and replay the most sickening moments of his kidnapping. His heart was pounding hard in his chest, his leg aching and his stomach turning. He willed himself as best he could not to vomit.
His nightmares were vague, but still somehow vivid. Some of them were things that had happened already, some of them were things that never had. He saw the blood on the tile and the felt the pain in his ankle. He saw Diana and Allison, tied to his bedpost…horrible fear clearly written out on their faces. Sick bastard…And Adam. Poor, scared Adam, chained to the wall in a pool of blood from the dead man lying under him, hands drenched in gritty, ugly red, and his wounded shoulder leaking freshly over his shirt. He was exhausted, crying, and Lawrence had to leave him there like that. Alone. Lawrence didn't remember having cried himself, but when he awoke, there were tears in his eyes at the thought of it.
He wanted to cry now. The pain was incessant, he was tired, and his life was in ruins. His job, his marriage, his reputation…And he might never walk again.
Never walk again.
He clenched his eyes shut hard to swallow the wave of tears trying to spill over…He should just try and go back to sleep. But that would mean the possibility of going back into the nightmares and the worries. Going back to that wall, locking that chain back around his leg, and shutting off the lights. Back to the moment, the incident, the disaster that had ruined his life…
The way you talk. A voice crowed out from behind the pain and the tiredness, strong enough to dismiss his self-pitying with a mere scoff. Like you've got nothing left to live for.
He slowly let his eyes open again, adjusting to the deep black filtering through his vision. He still had Diana. He still had a home to go back to. Still a pretty good financial situation. And he still had…Adam.
He tried to will himself to find sleep again, determined to get used to the pain. Had he been more coherent at the time, however, he might have had sense enough to be thankful for it. He might have realized that the pain was no longer in his leg. It was in his foot.
