Greed came to slowly, trying not to move too fast. His head was pounding, probably from that blow he received earlier. He got up to his knees, looking around the dark room for any signs of life. None. "Where….?" He stood. "Hello? Anyone here?" No sound, no movement. Looking around, Greed realized he was back at the School, in the music room. He accidentally bumped against the piano; off-key notes filled the room with their sounds. "Shit…" He moved away and headed for the door. He was delighted to find that it was unlocked. He swung the door open, eager to find anyone of his friends.
Insanity barged through the double doors leading to the day room. It was empty, save for that god-awful bloody stench. Insanity was used to the stench. His history was drenched in blood. But still, the thought that someone(thing) was just there, bleeding, even, was enough to send chills up his spine. He cautiously made his way to the opposite wall, hoping that a window was open or something. No such luck. "Dammit….is there any way out at all..?" He kicked the wall outside the day room. It echoed throughout the entire hospital. Something down the hall heard it. It reared its head and shuffled down towards the source. Insanity heard the sounds it made. He looked up just in time to see something large and rusty come at him. It buried the rusted blade in Insanity's chest, his blood spraying onto the floor. His aorta was severed in two. It ripped the blade out. Insanity collapsed into a puddle of his own crimson blood. The Thing reached down and grabbed hold of one of Insanity's arms and dragged him down the hallway.
Greed bolted down the stairs. He heard a door slam open just minutes ago and hoped to whatever entity existed that it was Insanity. He'd been freaking out all this time, waiting to hear from his lover. He jumped the last few steps and landed in the lobby. No one was there, but there was a very large blood streak in the hallway. It led to the infirmary. Greed hesitated before reaching for the knob. He slowly twisted it, and opened the door. "Oh shit…." The sight before him was one he'd hoped never to see ever. Insanity was strapped to one of the gurneys, his once white shirt completely drenched in crimson. That stain would never come out. Greed rushed over to him. He cut the straps with his clawed fingertips. "Oh Jesus, oh shit…." He lifted his lover into a sitting position. "Wake up; we gotta get out of here." Insanity didn't stir. He was breathing, but no other movement. Greed lifted him into his arms. "I hope Katie and her boy-toy's alright."