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"Yeah..." Adam said, answering Amanda about going to a hospital. He was trying to stay relatively calm about his gunshot wound and condition by knowing that at least he was on his way to help. He was still shook up from all the events that had occurred but he hoped it could all be over soon.

Suddenly, an image of his companion came into his head: the man who had also been stuck here and cut off his own foot. "Lawrence.."

Amanda looked confused and didn't answer. "Come on, can you stand?"

Adam put an arm around Amanda's shoulders and she helped him to get up.

"I'll make sure you can get help, Adam. We just need to get outside. Can you do that?"

He grunted a reply as 'yes' and they started walking slowly to the door. Adam walked a bit lopsided, leant tiredly against Amanda with his arm heavily on her shoulders.

She endured it, though, because she had to help him. She couldn't live knowing that he was stuck in that bathroom, slowly dying. It was the choice of killing him or letting him go: anything would be better than suffering. John wouldn't agree with her interfering but he didn't understand how she felt. He may be able to sit back and let it play out but she just had to do something. She couldn't let Adam die, he deserved better than that.

They made it out of the bathroom and into a dingy corridor with rusty metal pipes along the walls and poor-lit overhead lamps.

Amanda leant Adam against a wall and he clutched at his shoulder while she worked to pull the sliding door shut.

'Game over.'

As Adam looked about his surroundings he saw the thick trail of blood leading along the corridor floor.

"Lawrence," he said, remembering him cutting off his foot.

"Oh, God, Lawrence.. No!"

Lawrence moaning as he bit into his shirt and sawed furiously, like a madman, at his ankle.

Adam remembered how he had screamed, unable to believe that Lawrence was really doing it, that it had really gotten to that point. He remembered how pale Lawrence was and when he crawled over to Adam.

"D-don't worry.. I-I'll bring someone back."

Would he? Did he even manage to make it himself?

"Let's go," Amanda said and she noticed Adam staring, in-thought, at the wide streaky path of blood that lead down the corridor. "Would you have cut off your own foot.. If it came to it?" She asked.

Adam winced and turned to look at her. "My hacksaw broke but I... I don't think - I don't know - if I could."

They carried on walking up the corridor and Adam followed the path of blood with his eyes while still using Amanda to support himself.

Then, the blood stopped. Adam stopped too and looked at how the path of blood led up next to a steaming pipe. Had Lawrence died here? Where is his body? Adam thought.

"What's wrong?" Amanda asked.

Adam turned to her, "where's Lawrence?"

She looked away, unable to meet his eyes and said nothing.

"You know what happened! You know about his foot, so where is he? What did you do to him?"

"It wasn't me!" Amanda shot back, annoyed at his accusation. "He made it, ok. He's safe."

"Where is he now, then?" Adam asked.

"I don't know but he's alive... Oh, and Adam?"

"What?"

"... I don't think he was coming back for you."

The words hurt and Adam didn't want to believe them as being true. How did she know? Had she been listening in on them the whole time?

"He promised." Adam said, but he knew full-well that promises sometimes don't mean anything.