The last thing Adam really did remember was sitting up against one of the moldy damp walls and slowly shutting his eyes. He had no idea how long he had been in, it was far to dark to even try and make out what time it was on the clock. The sour smell of blood and puke filled his nose and he sat there, his entire body aching from the oozing blood which throbbed from his wounded shoulder. He knew he was loosing too much blood, and that this never ending stinging at the bottom of his stomach would never go away. Sighing he curled up and decided that Larry hadn't of made it.

He would die alone, much like he thought he always would.

"Some people are so ungrateful to be alive...but not you, not anymore"

He then remembered a soft hand touching his stubbed face, and what seemed to sound like a whisper.

"Adam...I'm going to help you"

Now hours later Amanda drove the van as fast as she could in the city, she saw the lights of the ER just ahead. Adam laid down beside her...looking as if any moment he could slip away.

"Don't die on me..."

She then remembered what she had done.

It had been three days.

John had simply said once he returned that it was finished for the time being and he had other plans to tend to. Amanda ached inside to ask about the details but locked herself away in the darkened warehouse and continued to have those gut wrenching shakes inside her. She knew she shouldn't have questioned any further in the matter, or cloud her thoughts away from her work.

But everything was happening so fast and deep down inside she felt empty and alone. Waiting until dark, she left the warehouse and took John's truck and drove for the next hour or so to where they had taken them. She knew from the faint scent in the truck, that John had must of disposed of a corpse. The unknown feeling and rules of this game shook her deep inside…wishing that she could of helped him that night and see the final outcome.

Stepping out into the cold night breeze her black boots she had been wearing crunched against the pebbles laid on the side of the road. Holding her steady hand with the strongest flashlight she could find she walked into the darkness of the building.

The other man's body was gone, the only remains were puddles and splashes of blood along the dim moldy hallway. Using the back of her free hand to block from the rotting scent she made herself to the door and slowly pulled it open.

The smell hit her first, holding back from gagging as she took a moment and saw the remains of the others.

"They lost."

She thought to herself as she slowly walked inside, shining the flashlight in hope of seeing him.

He was there.

Sitting against the wall, blood soaked T-shirt and light death pale skin. He wasn't moving or even made the slightest sign of life.

He was dead.

Setting down her flashlight she crept towards him and knelt down beside. Using the tiny light she had she glanced at the beaten body beside him and shut her eyes for a moment remembering the man she was forced to hell only a few months ago.

Holding her shaken hand out under his nose she felt a slight withdrawn breath. Pressing her head against his chest she heard a faint heart beat.

He was dying.

Taking a closer look at him she saw he had lost a lot of blood and looked to almost be half there. Dark circles under each closed eye, along with dried crack lips that weren't even open.

"Adam"

She whispered in his ear.

"Mmmm"

Amanda jumped a little feeling her heart jump into the top of her throat, as Adam gave out a weak muffled moan and shifted a little. Eyelids fluttering he gazed at her with glazed flicking eyes.

Standing up a bit she held onto him.

"Adam…I'm going to help you."

With that she unlocked his shackle.

Now she opened the van's door as quick as she could slowing down and pushed Adam out before speeding away...all ready people from inside the hospital were running towards him.

Checking in the rearview she sighed and knew he would be safe.