Disclaimer: I don't own the Saw franchise. I'm pretty sure it belongs to Lionsgate.
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm blank for things to say.
Constructive Critism Encouraged.
Six - Woozy.
"Adam, I have something to tell you - but, I'm not sure how you're going to react to it." She whispered to him.
"You know you can tell me anything." He replied, not really paying attention to the apprehension in her voice and her words.
"But this is big, very big. It'll change our lives forever." She began, again.
"Just tell me Konstantine." He insisted as he crouched behind the dumpster, his camera pointed toward the top floor window where an attractive young woman and a fifty-something male were about to get it on.
"Adam, I'm pregnant." She finally spit it out.
He turned around from what he was photographing, trying to decide if she was joking or not. She looked too nervous to be kidding, too nervous to be lying. He couldn't think of anything to say for almost an hour. They just sat there. His camera felt unnaturally heavy in his hand, and her head felt like a ton of bricks against his shoulder. At one point, she slipped her hand into his.
"Say something, anything," She said, sadly, "Tell me that you're happy or pissed off... Anything."
Adam had taken his time figuring out what to say. He didn't want to offend her, but he knew neither of them were anywhere near prepared for parenthood. On the other hand, he thought, they could be parents. She would be a great mom, loving and kind. There was life there, a life that they had created together, and even to a guy like Adam, that was something special.
"Are you going to have it?" He asked slowly. His voice was not his own, or at least, that was the way it seemed to her.
She nodded, "Abortions aren't okay."
Then Adam smiled.
"Amanda?" John asked the monitor in front of him. He wanted to believe that the pain killers were making him fuzzy, but he knew better than that. He had been on the drugs long enough to know better. That was Amanda lurking the basement of the house their next test.
"Oh, no."
The realization of the possibilities of what Amanda could have done dawned on him all at once. He switched the view to the bathroom where Adam was still being held, although it would have been difficult to determine if he were alive or dead without physically being there.
Adam was slumped over in the corner and if John had to guess, he would say that Adam had died. If that was true, and Amanda had murdered Adam, how would he save this test? How would he be able to convince someone that he had changed their life for the better when he had taken away the first thing that person had loved? John slumped over the desk, annoyed and furious.
Konstantine would not fail this test. Quite the contrary, the test would fail her.
His eyes flickered back to the monitor where the attractive brunette was walking in a seemingly drunken stupor down the hall. John wondered if she had lost too much blood to keep moving after so long. Soon, she would reach the third recording. It was only a matter of moments.
The guilt washing over John was incredible. He didn't know how this could have happened. Amanda was supposed to be his successor and now she was the reason he would fail one of his subjects. Failure had never been an option for John Kramer, and it wouldn't be this time either.
He picked up the phone that lay beside him on the desk and dialed a number.
"Detective, I need your help."
"Kons? Konstantine..." Adam's frantic voice hovered around her, but she couldn't quite grasp the concept that he was there. He laid the back of his hand to her forehead and snatched it back.
"You're warm..." He began, "Though that's an understatement. You're burning the fuck up."
She could hear him, but she wasn't really there. He wasn't there either. They were gone, away with the baby they were both so excited about. She couldn't feel the chills that caused her to shake almost violently. Adam could tell she wasn't going to be alright. She wasn't okay.
"Konstantine, you're bleeding." He paused, "Can you even hear me?"
"Adam," She rushed out in a breezy voice. Everything went dark.
Several days later, Adam sat in the waiting room. The high fever had warranted enough concern from Adam to call for a paramedic. He had sat almost three days in the hospital, waiting. He was anxious to see Konstantine, and also dreading to see her. The baby miscarried from the infection Konstantine had contracted; the same infection that cause the fever, the shakes, and the vomiting.
A doctor passed by as Adam sat, staring at the ICU.
"Hey," Adam stopped him, "Hey, do you know Dr. Walsh?"
The blonde man nodded affirmatively, "He's a good friend of mine."
"Well, do you think he can take a precious moment or two away from fucking his nurse to take a look at my wife?" Adam asked. Obviously, he lied about being married. He did so because that was the only way he could see her.
"I'll see what I can do," The doctor told him curtly and Adam glanced away from the window to look at the tag on his shirt: Dr. Lawrence Gordon.
"Thank you Dr. Gordon," Adam replied, using manners he was sure were previously long forgotten.
Only ten minutes later and a very pissed off Dr. Walsh arrived. Konstantine was awake, actually awake that is, which prompted the doctor to deliver the news. Her devastation was unimaginable.