Somewhere off in the distance of what seemed like a thick mist, Adam began hearing his name being called faintly. Having no idea where he was, or how he got there he slowly drifted along feeling warmth. Somehow the area around him reminded him of "The twilight zone the movie" segment where all the old folks changed into youths in their backyard.
Something like summer, golden warmth…very much like what it felt like to wakeup early on a Saturday in June when he was a kid. No worries, no problems…the entire world still asleep.
"Adam…come on home."
Adam turned around.
"Hello?"
He called out…it sounded like Larry.
"Larry?"
"Adam…can you open your eyes?"
Then somehow it all drifted away…blackness overtook and for a spare second he thought he was back in the bathroom. Alone and dying in his own personal hell.
His eyelids fluttering he felt brightness again and then looked around.
A middle aged doctor stood over him.
"Adam…can you hear me?"
Adam took a second to gather his surrounds, finally he focused, he was in a hospital bed…and it was morning.
Daylight. Something he never thought he would see again.
Finally opening his eyes wide enough he felt a terrible soreness roar though his body. Hissing a bit the doctor told him to relax and try not to move.
"Where am I?"
His throat felt dry.
"Your at a hospital Adam…you've been here for almost three weeks now."
"Three weeks, what happened?"
The doctor explained how they had almost needed to take his arm due to the infection. He had been in a coma since then and was being monitored for his irregular heart rate. The police were also downstairs and wanted a statement from him.
Not being able to take it all in he kept looking around. Was he really alive?"
"Dr. Gordon?"
"What?"
"Dr. Gordon…Larry, did he make it too?"
The doctor gave him an uneasy look and checked his chart before asking if he wanted to wait to speak with the police.
"It's because I'm the second one who got away isn't it?"
"From who?"
"Jigsaw…"