"Put me down…" Insanity finally woke just as Greed exited the school.
"Holy God, you okay?" He set the small brunette down gently. He laid his hand on the boy's shoulder to prevent him form falling over. "What the hell happened?"
"Something came at me in the hospital…it stabbed me and that's all I can remember…." Insanity shook his head, as if to clear a fog in his mind. "Have you found the others yet?" Greed shook his head. "How about any other real people?" Still, no.
"I might have an idea as to where they might be…follow me." Greed started down the street. He only went a few steps before turning. Insanity hadn't moved very far.
"Greed, I feel...off…." He closed his eyes, breathing deep.
"Did you overdo it?"
"It feels worse…." Insanity fell to his knees, his arms around his abdomen. Greed knelt down next to him.
"Do you want me to carry you?" He gently rubbed his lover's back.
"I'll be alright…just let me breathe…." He stood slowly, his skin tone a few shades paler than it should. "I think that creature damaged what's left of my insides…" He grunted in pain and bent double. Greed reached out to him, but hesitated as blood and chunks of coagulated meat splattered onto the pavement. Insanity retched and more deep crimson fell onto the ground. He was literally vomiting his insides, or rather, what's left of them. The rest had been taken after he had been created in exchange for getting his leg back from the Gate.
"Jesus fucking Christ…" Greed felt helpless as he stared down at the bloody spatter. "Holy Jesus fucking Christ…." He put his hands over his forehead.
"….bad shellfish…." Greed started cracking up at this stab at nervous comedy. At first, the laughter was appropriate, but soon Greed was laughing like a mad man. Insanity could tell he was close to losing it all. "I'm okay now….it doesn't hurt that bad anymore…" He tried to stand straight, but winced and fell back to his knees, holding his side this time. Fresh blood poured out of the wound he'd received earlier. The puddle of blood had a few lumps that were not congealed chunks of bloodied flesh. The red shards of the Stone glinted in the faint moonlight. Greed looked up and the full moon peeked out from behind the clouds, bathing everything in moonlight.
"It's been a full moon for three days now……" He looked back down at Insanity. He frowned and leaned down, taking hold of one of Insanity's arms. He lifted the boy up into his arms. "We have to find the others, then a way out." He started down the street again.
"Silent Hill Historical Society." Greed read the sign aloud subconsciously. He kicked the door open and stepped inside. One of the walls had been burned away, and a downward plane was all that was visible. He looked down at his lover, now out cold in his arms. Blood had soaked through the once white shirt and was starting to numb Greed's skin. He morphed his shield up and then started downwards.
"An underground jail….." He had reached the Toluca Prison. A faint voice caught his attention. He whirled around to one of the Solitary cells. "Trunks?"