Chapter 3: Adam who?
A/N: Ok, this one is much better. I hope you still read this story since the last chapter was crap. I'm sorry I didn't put it up on Thursday, like promised, but here it is.
I woke up the day after. The pain in my foot had got harder again, they hadn't given me any more painkillers. So I pushed the button to get the nurse and ordered some.
I felt more relieved than I had felt in years. Everybody was save now. And the police was already searching for jigsaw all over the whole country.
"You're feeling better Dr. Gordon?", the nurse asked me.
"Yeah, I'm so glad everybody's save." The moment I said it I got a bad conscience. I didn't know why, but my mind told me that it wasn't right to say that.
"Yes, so are we, Dr. Gordon."
And it occured to me like a bolt from the blue. Adam. Oh god. Adam. He wasn't still in that room, was he? The nurse was just going to leave when I called out: "Hey!"
She turned around. "Is something wrong?"
"No. . . umm. . .", I didn't really know what to say. God, please let Adam be save, too.
"Umm. . . How is Adam?", if he was, she'd tell me. "Adam who?", she asked and looked at me in question.
"Um. . ." God damnit, what the fuck was his lastname? "I don't know his last name, but he was down there, with me, you know."
She frowned. "Down where?"
Down where? I had spent 8 hours of hell in that god damn room and she dared to ask where?
"Well, in that room!", I snapped.
She shook her head lost in thought. "I'm. . . I'm sorry Dr. Gordon. . . I. . . I don't know. . . I dunno what you're talking about. . .", she stuttered.
I was shocked. And suddenly I started to remember everything. My promise to Adam to get him out of there, my painful way out of the house, people who screamed and talked to me when they saw me lying there, bleeding with just one foot, on the street. And then, I remembered everything going black. Oh god. I hadn't told them. Of course they didn't know. How could they?
But after all, I hadn't been able to tell them. I was unconscious most of the time. But shit. If they didn't know anything about a guy called Adam, he had to be still there. . . Oh god. Oh holy shit.
I swallowed hard. "Is something wrong Dr. Gordon? What do you mean? Adam who?"
I looked at her. Slowly, I forced my mind to think again. "Dorcy. . ."
"Yeah?"
"How long have I been here already?" The moment I said this, I got scared. Oh god. Please, don't let me be here that long.
"For 4 days already.", She answered. I swallowed hard again. Four days. Adam. No. I didn't dare to think about that he probably was already dead now. The fact was clear and hard. He was still down there.
"Dr. Gordon, are you ok?"
"Yeah, um, yeah. Um, no. Dorcy. . . Call the police. Call them, tell them they should come here. Please. Adam, he was with me, locked up in that room. My wife knows about him, didn't she say anything?" I almost screamed now.
"Um, no.", Dorcy looked kind of worried.
"Jigsaw locked the two of us in some bathroom. I had to kill him otherwise my wife and daughter would die. That was the game."
She looked at me in horror. "And. . . what you want to tell me now is. . . That this Adam guy is still down there, locked?"
"Not locked anymore, but chained to a pipe." I said, tears welling up in my eyes. "I shot him, Dorcy, he was bleeding. Oh god. No. I promised to him, Dorcy. I promised to him."
"Calm down, everything will be ok, I hope.", she said.
"I promised to him. I said I wouldn't lie to him. He probably thinks I did now. No." Tears ran down my cheeks. Tears for Adam. He had become a close friend those hours we were locked, chained to pipes. I didn't know why, but there was something that connected us. Somehow, I even felt like a father to him.
Oh no. Oh god. "I'll call the cops", Dorcy rushed out of the room.
Adam. . . Why? Why didn't Allie say anything? She knew about him. She knew that he was locked. Oh holy shit. . . I had to talk to Allie. I had already grabbed the phone when I changed my mind. . . No, not yet. Maybe when we go down there and Adam's already . . .
I stopped thinking. I didn't want to think that Adam could be dead by now. That just couldn't be. He saved my life. He mustn't be dead.
My heart was beating faster than it ever did and I was even more scared than I had been in that room when I heard my family screaming on the phone. Adam. . . No. . . I just had to go with them when they went to get him.
Ten minutes later the police burst into my room. And I told them everything. Everything about Adam. How he had saved my life and how he had cried for me to stay. How I shot him and how much the wound had hurt him in the end. When I was finished, the cop just stared at me in horror.
"And you say, this man is still down there?", he said like he couldn't believe it.
"Yes. . .", I answered, swallowing hard again.
"He might be dead by now.", another cop said. No. There it was, the one thing I didn't even dare to think about, not to mention say it. I shook my head.
"No. . .", I said. "No. . ."
"Dr. Gordon, it might be. But we need Doctors to come with us. Everything has to be prepared."
"Me.", I said, "I can come with you. I'll take care of Adam. He'll be alright I'll make sure that he is."
"That's not a good idea, you lost your foot. It's not healed yet. You shouldn't wear any prosthesis yet."
"I don't care. I'm gonna save Adam and I'm gonna take care of him. And nobody else. Did you get that?"
"What?"
"Did you get that?"
"Well, it's your thing. I was just saying you shou-"
"I WILL TAKE CARE OF HIM!"
A few minutes later I found myself sitting in an ambulance which was driven to the house. It was a little bit scary to go back there after those hours I had spent in that room.
But I had to get Adam. He had to be alright again. I was using crutches, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to walk. My foot hurt like hell again, but that didn't matter to me. I just had to get Adam.
The cops broke into the house, I showed them the way down to the room. I stopped right before the door and told everybody behind me to be quiet. I heard nothing. I didn't dare to call out for him. I was too afraid he wouldn't answer.
Suddenly I heard loud and fast breathing, like somebody was panting for breath. Then something that made me feel even more relieved.
"He. . . Hello? Is anybody there? Are you gonna kill me now or what?" The voice was very weak and sounded like Adam would be in hard pain. Loud and whistling breathing again like he had trouble getting air.
"He's alive.", the cop said with a smile on his face, "what are we waiting for?"
I somehow couldn't go in there again. But I had to. I had to get Adam. I pushed the door open. Adam screamed in horror, not understanding that it was me who stood there.
"NO! NO, COME ON ASSHOLE, COME ON, KILL ME, COME ON!" His breathing was even faster than before and I could see that he struggled for breath now. He started coughing and blood came out of his mouth.
His eyes were wide opened and he stared at me and the cops in blank horror. I ran to him and kneeled down as good as this was possible. "NO!", he screamed in horror, "NO" He was struggling for breath again "Hey. . .", I whispered. "NOO!" The cops started to look around the room and investigated the dead body. Two of them started to free Adam from the chains by cutting them through with a special SAW. "NOOOO!" I touched his intact arm carefully. He ripped it away, wincing in pain. Tears started to pour down his face. "NO. . .", it wasn't really screaming anymore, "No. . . No, no, no. . ." "Stop it!", I screamed at the cops who were freeing him."Stop it, jesus christ, stop it!" They did, looking confused.
Adam didn't recognize me, I was sure of that. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, he was fighting me, but I knew he needed this now, even if he wasn't aware of that. God knows what happened to him those last days and what Jigsaw did to him in the end. He had taken his shirt of, at least it looked like that because it was lying on the other side of the room. I leaned my head to his.
"No. . .", he cried trying to push me away. "K. . . Kill. . ." He started to stutter something but I didn't understand him. "Shhhh. . . It's ok, Adam. . . It's ok. . . Shhh. . .", I whispered into his ear. He struggled for breath, now I could even feel it. He was shaking like hell and he shivered because of fever. His face was pale and there was sweat on his forehead, mixed with blood. He had dark rings under his eyes. I stroked his head, his hair, his back. "Ahh. . .", he cried and more tears came down his cheeks and sickered into my shirt. I had touched something open on his back. I looked at it. It was a cut jigsaw piece. "Oh dear. . .", I said to myself. Jigsaw must have done this. I looked at his shot shoulder. It looked bad and infected. It was bleeding, it seemed like it had just started again. He cried into my chest. It sounded painful and agonizing. He had stopped fighting me.
"Dr. Gordon, we need to take care of him or he will bleed to death." a paramedic said. Of course. But even more than that, he needed me to hold him now. I could feel his heart beating fast and irregularely. It was only me who knew what he had been going through. And god knows what happened after I had left him. He needed me to hold him now.
"Shhh. . .", I whispered again. "Adam. . . it's me, Lawrence. I'm back, you see. . . I'm back. . ." He cried even more. "Hey. . . Shhhh. . . It's ok, Adam. It's over. Shhh. . . Everything's over. . . see. . ."
I felt him grabbing my shirt, like he was holding on to me. "I won't go away ever again. I promise Adam. I will never leave you alone in hell again. You will never have to go through something like that again. It's over now. . . It's over Adam. It's ok, everything's gonna be alright, ok?"
I gave the paramedics a look to bring me some things. While holding and calming him down, I started to clean his gunshot wound a little. "Shhh. . . it's ok. . ." He winced and cried in pain.
"No. . .", he stuttered again. "No. . . No hurt. . . No. . . No pain. . ."
"Shhh. . .", I whispered, not getting any of what he was just saying. "Lawrence. . .", he cried, "Lawrence. . ." Thank god he knew it was me. "Yes, Adam.", I whispered. I went on cleaning the gunshot wound, he cried out loud again. "Lawrence. . .", his hands were holding on to me tightly now, "Lawrence. . . make, make it stop. . . Lawrence. . ."
"I know it hurts, Adam. I know it. I'm so sorry, Adam, I don't wanna hurt you, you know. I'm so sorry. I'm a doctor Adam, I know you're hurt and scared and I know you feel like shit. But I'm here Adam, I'm here, I'm gonna protect you ok? I'm gonna protect you, I promise, I'm gonna protect you now, ok?" I said and stroked his hair again.
He nodded and cried even more. "I have to do this, Adam. I have to clean it. We have to go through this. Nobody will do you harm because I'm here to protect you." I tried to explain it to him, even though I knew he wouldn't understand. I didn't expect him to understand, it wasn't possible after everything he had gone through. I couldn't make him understand that cleaning the wound was necessary. I couldn't and didn't want to. I needed some painkiller first, otherwise I couldn't go on without hurting him. I didn't want him to feel any more pain.
"Lawrence. . ."
"I'll make it stop, Adam, just one second, ok? I'll make it stop in a second.", I whispered.
I had to do everything as calm and slowly as possible, otherwise he would probably start to panic. I searched for a painkiller. Fuck, there was none. But there was one in the ambulance car. I knew that. We had to get him there. We had to get him anywhere, just out of this room. Out of this hell.
"Go on.", I told the cops. They took the saw out again and I pressed Adam's face to my chest so he wouldn't be able to see it. He heard them sawing and started crying louder again.
"Shhhh. . . Adam. . . we're getting you out of here. . . You hear me?" He nodded but somehow he thought they wanted to hurt him or something. When he wasn't chained anymore I let go of him. He clung onto me.
"NO. . .", he almost shrieked. "NO. . ." He held my shirt tightly and I knew he wouldn't let go of it. But I couldn't carry him, my foot wasn't healed yet.
"Adam, just for a second, ok? I'll stay with you, I promise. I wouldn't lie to you, Adam." "NOO. . .", he cried as the paramedics lifted him onto the litter, he had to let go of me and was carried out of the room. Maybe he'll calm down when we are outside, I thought. I took my crutches and followed them.
He screamed and yelled and cried. He cried for me. "Lawrence, Lawrence. . . Lawrence. . . No. . .", he cried again and again.
I don't know how excactly we managed the way up to the ambulance car. My foot hurt like hell and Adam was crying, crying, crying. Crying and Screaming for me. He was in panic. The moment we were in the ambulance car I was next to him again. I forced him into a sitting position, even if I knew that wasn't very good. But I also knew that he felt saver with my arms around him.
He immediately grabbed my arm and calmed down. "I'm here. . . See. . . It's over. . . ya?"
He nodded, still sobbing and panting for breath. "Adam. . . is it hard to breath? You feel like you're not getting enough air or something?"
Another nod. "Ok. . ." I took the respirator and switched it on. "Dr. Gordon!", Dr. Erin Williams said, "Dr. Gordon this guy needs some tranquilizer. . . We have to staunch the flow of blood and clean everything. Otherwise he'll bleed to death!" Adam looked at her in horror and I felt like punching right into her pretty face. Why did she say that, god damnit. He just had calmed down.
"Listen to me, ERIN!", I said, "This is MY patient. And he is MY friend. He saved MY life. And I'm gonna make this as comfortable as possible for him, ok? He's neither bleeding to death nor dying." But it was too late. Adam was already crying again. Damn bitch.
"Adam, it's ok. You're not gonna die, you hear me?"
Another nod. It seemed to me that he was too weak to speak. But deep inside I knew that Erin was right. "Adam. . . I'll give you some air now, ok? Breath slowly, ok? And if you've got enough just tell me, ya?"
He nodded again, still crying. I took a clean muslin bandage and wiped the blood and sweat on his forehead away.
"Law. . . Lawrence. . ."
"Yeah, I'm here, Adam. Everything's ok now. See."
"Lawrence. . . it's. . . so cold. . ."
Shit. We had to hurry, Erin was more than right. He had lost quite a lot of blood. I told Erin to give him painkiller and infusion and I pressed the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. "Breath calm and slowly Adam, ok?" He cried, frightened from that we suddenly hurried so much. But his life was more important now. This was too much for him. I took some tranquilizer and injected him. Now he would be sleeping soon.
5 hours later. . .
I turned around and looked at Adam, lying in that hospital bed. His shoulder was stitched and clean now, I had wipped all the blood away and he was wearing a new, sterile shirt. The infusion was still running and we had already given him medicine against the infection. He also suffered from pneumonia. If he (or probably Jigsaw) hadn't taken his shirt of, he wouldn't be that ill now. The respirator was still helping him breath, I was afraid he would have trouble with that otherwise. He was also sleeping, we had to operate his shoulder and the narcosis was still working. But he should be waking up soon.
I took a chair and sat down beside his bed. For a moment, I just kept sitting there and watched him in his sleep. My conscience was agonizing. I had just forgotten about him. He had to spent 5 days in hell, without eating and drinking anything. Actually, it's a miracle that he survived. And he was so damn lucky that Jigsaw didn't kill him. Sure, the jigsaw pieces on his back probably hurt him a lot, but he survived – after all.
"You're lucky, Adam.", I said and smiled at him. "You're so lucky. And you're. . ."
. . . such a great guy. I wanted to say. But I couldn't. My conscience didn't let me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Adam. . . I'm so sorry. . . I'm so damn sorry. . . I just forgot. . ." I sobbed. I didn't know why I was suddenly showing that much emotion. But I felt like Adam was somebody I'd known for years already. We shared something, it was a horrible common ground, but we had shared these hours in hell. He had saved my life. Somehow, I even felt like a father to him. Suddenly I remembered his words when I was about to shoot him.
"Lawrence, I've got a family too, you know! It's just that I don't see them very often, that's a big mistake but I wish I could make it up again!"
I looked at him again and caressed his cheek. "I'm going to call your Mom and Dad, Adam. Ok?" I knew he couldn't hear me, but I went on anyway. "I'm gonna call them and tell them that they've got such a great and brave son. They've got a great son, you know. You're such a great guy, Adam, god, I'm so sorry, Adam. . . I'm so sorry, I'm so damn sorry. I'm gonna tell them, ya? I'm gonna tell them, Adam."
I touched his bandaged shoulder carefully. "I'm so sorry for that. God, Adam, I'm so sorry. I hurt you. And you saved my life afterwards. I'm so sorry. I will tell your parents, alright? I'm gonna tell them what you did for me. Ok?"
I was crying quietly and lied my head down onto his chest while whispering those words over and over again. It seemed like eternity.
Suddenly I felt his body moving underneath me. I quickly looked up. "Adam?"
He slowly opened his eyes, looking around confused. "You're in hospital, everything's ok. I'm here, I came back and got you. . . I didn't lie to you, see. . ."
I felt his hand grabbing my arm and his chest moving up and down very fast suddenly. He made muffled sounds under the breathing mask and his eyes were widened. The narcosis was still working a bit, I wasn't sure if he really saw that it was me who was bent over him.
"Adam, don't worry, ok?", I told him, "You're not dead. You're just in hospital and –"
I couldn't even finish my sentence. All of a sudden he sat up, pushed me away and ripped the oxygen mask from his face. I fell to the ground. While I was trying to get up again I could hear him breathing heavily. "WHAT THE -? WHAT THE FUCK!", he screamed. I was so shocked that I didn't know that he probably was just scared, not knowing where he was after Jigsaw's game.
"You brought me HERE now, eh? What you gonna do with me now, MOTHERFUCKER! YOU GONNA PLAY ME AGAIN OR WHAT? NOOOO YOU KNOW WHAT? KILL me, ok! Kill me, I'd really love death after suffering. KILL ME, OK? KILL ME, KILL ME, KILL ME, KILL ME, KILL ME!" He screamed that over and over again. Now I got it. He certainly was in panic, thinking Jigsaw was about to play him again. He had been so weak and ill, that he probably didn't remember anything right now, that we got him out of there and everything.
I tried to get up as fast as I could. I could hear Adam's loud breathing in between the "Kill me"'s. Suddenly he started to cry. "Kill me, now, please. . . I don't want that anymore. . . I don't wanna live on. . . No. . . You're right, you're so GOD DAMN right, you know. I'm pathetic, ok? I'm pathetic, but please, don't badger me anymore, please.. . Please. . . PLEASE. . . Kill me. . . NOW. . . Please. . . Shoot me or something. . . But don't badger me anymore. . . Please. . ." He was crying and I got up just when he was trying to rip the infusion off his arm.
"ADAM!", I yelled in between his "Kill me" screams. "ADAM, IT'S ALRIGHT!" I grabbed his hand, stopping him from ripping off his infusion. He cried and that was when he looked at me. "LAWRENCE!", he cried, trying to hug me with his recent operated shoulder. He was breathing hard and I carefully pushed him back into a lying position. "LAWRENCE. . . Where are we. . .? What is he doing with us now, Lawrence. . . Why. . ."
"Hey. . . Hey, Adam, hey. . .", I said quietly. "LAWRENCE!" he cried again, "What is he doing, Lawrence. What is he doing with us. . . Did he hurt you?"
"No, Adam. . . Hey. . . Shhh. . ."
"WHAT? You want me to be CALM when this motherfucker wants to torment us mercilessly?"
"No, Adam, it's alright. You're in hospital, ok? Just in hospital. I got you out of there. You're here with me now, ok? Jigsaw's being searched by the police right now, all over the country. He cried, breathing heavily, still holding onto me. "It's ok. . .", I told him once more. "You're save now. Everybody's save. I had to operate you're shoulder, Adam, don't move too much." I got hold of his hurt arm and pressed it back onto the bed carefully. It was all for nothing, he grabbed my arm again. He cried and tried to hug me.
"Shhh. . . I'm here. . .", I told him. He was still sobbing. "You understand me, Adam? Everyhting's ok. . ."
He nodded. I guess he was just breaking down now. It had been too much for him.
"We. . . We gonna be ok. . .?", he asked, tears coming out of his eyes. I wiped them away.
"Yeah. . . Sure. . . You're save. Everything's alright, Jigsaw's far, far away now." I felt like I was talking to a child. My child, actually, I felt like he was my son.
He just cried, wanting to hug me. I looked down on him. He looked like a picture of misery.
"Shh. . . Come here. . .", I sat down on the bed beside him and forced him into a sitting position, he immediately grabbed both of my arms. I hugged him tightly and let him cry into my chest. Maybe that was best now.
"It's ok, Adam. . . Shhhh. . . You don't need to be scared anymore. . . I'm here for you. I protect you, Adam, nobody will do you harm."
He just kept crying. He was clinging to me. Suddenly he let go of one of my arms and his hand wandered to his shoulder. He cried in pain, holding it.
"Wanna lie down again, Adam? You know, we just operated it, it still hurts a little. But it will go over, promise. In a few days it won't hurt anymore at all."
He shook his head and clung onto me again. "Shhh. . .", I whispered. "Everything's ok now."
He looked at me, tears coming out of his eyes. "Jig. . . Jigsaw's far away?", he asked, looking at me desperately.
"Yes. . .", I whispered, pressing his head to my chest. "He won't hurt you ever again, Adam."
I would have liked to know already then, what happened after I left. But I didn't want to ask him now, he was still so shocked.
I just let him cry into my chest. Minutes went by. And it seemed like eternity, but I was glad I could hold him here in my arms now and tell him that it's over. He was shaking and I could feel his heart beating damn fast.
But he slowly calmed down. Still sobbing, he closed his eyes and clung on me even more. I didn't want him to cry himself to sleep.
I stroked his hair. "Adam. . .?", I whispered.
He opened his eyes again and looked at me. I thought of something nice, something that could make him happy.
"Know what?", I asked, smiling.
"What?", he sobbed.
"Thank you. . .", I just said. Actually, I was planning on telling him something else.
"F. . . For what?"
"You saved my life."
"Y. . . You save. . . saved mine. . ."
"No. I hurt you." I said and I could feel tears in my eyes. No, Lawrence, don't cry now, I thought. Don't cry now, you need to be stong for him now.
He shook his head and clung on to me even more. He started to cry again.
"And you know what?", I said again.
"What?", he cried.
"I'm gonna tell your parents what you did for me. They will be proud of you." I stroked his hair. "They've got such a brave and great son. I'd be so proud if you were my son, you know. I'd be so proud."
I didn't understand why, but he shook his head wildely and cried even more. "No. . .", he said.
"Why not. . .?" I asked him carefully. "Don't want them to know?"
"Yeah. . .", he cried.
"See?" I smiled. "I'll tell them. They'll be so proud of you."
He shook his head again, more tears sickering into my shirt.
"They. . . They don't care. . .", he sobbed.
"Oh, I think, they do.", I told him.
"No. . . It's my fault. . ."
"What's your fault?", now I didn't understand anything anymore.
"They. . . they gave me away. . .", he even had trouble speaking now because of all the crying.
"What do you mean? Adam, what you mean?"
"They didn't want me. . . I just. . . I just brought them trouble. . ."
"They threw you out?"
He shook his head. "What then, Adam. . .?" He apparently had a lot of trouble talking about it. I stroked his head to calm him down a little.
"They. . . gave me away. . .", he managed to say before he broke down again. Suddenly I began to understand. I understood why he was clinging to me like that.
"They gave you to your aunt or something. . .?", I asked him, still holding him tightly to calm him down.
He shook his head, crying even more. Now I got it. They probably gave him away to some youth care center or something.
"Shhhh. . .", but I didn't know what else to tell him. "How old were you?"
"Eight. . .", he cried. "Don't tell anybody. Please."
"No. I'll keep that for me, promise."
I wanted to ask him why they gave him away. But he probably didn't know himself. I just kept stoking his head. I thought about my childhood. Things like this, my Dad or Mum holding me when I was crying, were very important to me. And I thought of my daughter, all the times when I checked her room because she had had a bad dream. Nobody probably ever did this for him.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes again. I didn't know why I was so emotional. Maybe because I felt connected to him since those hours in that bathroom. Adam didn't deserve something like this. He deserved to be held when he was weak, like I did, now. But actually his father should be doing this. I suddenly understood all that stress and anger he had inside. I didn't understand it back then in the room, I was just nerved by his behaviour. But now I understood.
"I'm sorry. . . I don't wanna bother you so much.", he cried and wanted to lie back into the bed again. But I hold on to him.
"No. . .", I whispered into his ear. "No. . . You don't need to apologize for anything."
He leaned his head on my chest again and I just let him cry. I didn't know what to tell him anymore because I couldn't explain what his parents had done to him. I couldn't even explain that to myself. I'd never do that to my little daugther.
I thought hard about something that could make him happy now. He must love photographing, otherwise this wouldn't be his job. I wasn't angry anymore that he took shots of me, I still didn't think it was ok, but I wasn't angry anymore. And oh well, it was his job.
"Don't cry. . .", I told him and stroked his head again. "You'll be alright soon again. Then you can run around with you camera again, following rich assholes and photographing them while covering themselves with peanut butter and having a 15 hooker gang bang."
He had told me this back then in the room. I was glad when he laughed a little and got calmer.
"And you can take care of your toe nail. . .", I told him, smiling. He laughed again and – thank god – stopped crying. "That's surely urgent.", he said. I had to smile.
Suddenly I came up with an idea. It was my daugther's 7th Birthday in 2 weeks and every year we went to the photographer and had her pictures taken. The pictures weren't that good and my daughter never had fun doing it, the photographer was just an idiot.
"Adam?"
"Yeah. . .?", he looked at me, his eyes red and swollen from crying.
"Would you like to photograph my daugther? Like birthday pictures and Christmas pictures and so on. . ."
He nodded. "Sure.", he said.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head on my chest again. Actually, I should be going to my own bed, but I didn't want to leave him alone this night.
I began stroking his head again so he would remain calm. The narcosis was still working a bit so I hoped he wouldn't have any trouble with going to sleep. I sat like that for a few minutes, until I realized that my foot was still hurting a lot.
"Adam. . .?", I whispered, looking down on him. His breath was steady and calm and his eyes were closed. His face had a sad expression and there were still tears on his cheeks from before.
He was asleep. I carefully lied him down onto the bed again and wiped the tears away. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again.", I whispered. I made a decision. I would contact his parents anyway and tell them. Maybe they'd get a grip on themselves and talk to him or something.
I sat down on my chair again and leaned back. While closing my eyes, there was just one thought in my mind.
Jigsaw was being searched, but they still didn't know who he was and where he was. What if he tried to play us again?
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