The newspapers read. All ready the press and media around the city were buzzing from the local police report that another person escaped jigsaw. Guards were hired to stand guard outside of the hospital, as detectives were brought in to question and talk to the young man who had stayed in a coma for so long.
Days went by in which Adam could only remember in blurs. So many reports and evidence being made out, so many different faces and questions. He told them everything over and over again. The way he was attacked in his apartment, waking up in the bathrooms, Dr. Gordon, the clues, the story of jigsaw, the tapes, and finally the blood curding screams as Larry sawed his own foot off to save his family. He told them every single last detail but to when Zep came in, and the man who had left him to rot.
Sketches were made up, as they asked him over and over again if he remembered how he had arrived at the hospital.
He didn't know.
All he remembered was throbbing pain in his shoulder as he grew weaker and weaker in the darkness. Then how finally he heard a voice whisperer to him…
"Adam…I'm going to free you."
Then he woke up in the hospital.
The few weeks that he did stay in the hospital were painful ones. He was given so many drugs half of the time he felt as if he was stoned. Blank dreamless nights came as he slept most of the time…keeping away the nightmares. The doctors fed him I.Vs filled with fluid as he began therapy on his shoulder which he could hardly move.
The police needed photographs for the report, so with all pride sucked out of him he had to stand in a room completely naked with a nurse and three police officers as they scanned over his body for any clues. The bruises around his ankle were nearly gone. His shoulder had a large scare of stitches left behind. Feeling completely blank and emotionless he just stood there as they looked him over
One detective was a young woman who went by the name of Kerry. She stood there the entire time with her arms crossed and narrow and stern look across her face as he was photographed. Another detective met with him by the name of Mathews, he seemed like a rough around the edges kind of guy who seemed to have lost more then a couple of night's worth of sleep due to the case.
Adam kept asking if they had heard anything about Larry…they didn't.
A manhunt was being held to find the location of the bathroom, they had been searching for nearly a month. Also trying to figure or find anything to link up to any of the equipment that Zep that left behind in the Gordon household.
So far nothing.
Also…nobody matched up to the sketches that had been made of jigsaw.
So Adam stayed in the hospital…and finally heard on the news that there had all ready been another body found a few cities over in another warehouse…Jigsaw had claimed another victim.
"Most people are so ungrateful to be alive…but not you, not anymore."
Snapping awake one rainy night from another nightmare, Adam jerked awake in the darkness of his hospital room, and felt sweat roll down his face.
He stared out the window and saw the raindrops hit the glass.
Breathing in and out he tried to catch his breath as his monitors leveled out.
Just another nightmare.
Checking his clock he saw it was still early, only a little past five…he had been sleeping most of time anyways.
Settling back he remembered yesterday and how he had his first visitor that hadn't been the newspapers wanting to speak with him.
When he was first brought there they saw he had no family, other then his younger sister who lived in Virginia. She had heard about what happened…but still didn't come. He really didn't blame her…after their mother had died things had seemed to fall apart.
It was Larry's wife.
Alison
Adam couldn't believe it…she was more beautiful then she was in the photo he saw.
But now she looked frail and weak looking. Large bags were under her eyes and it seemed as if she had been crying nonstop for the past two months.
She had requested to see him.
At first there were really no words spoken between them. It felt awkward and strange. Adam was the last person who saw Larry alive, and Alison was the woman he had been screaming for as he tore his own foot off.
She sat on the edge of his bed and introduced herself. They finally spoke about how the police had filled them in on everything, and how she knew deep down inside that Lawrence was dead. She had heard what happened…and looked away for a second as she hitched in a small cry.
She told him if there was anything, anything that all that could make him remember anything else.
He told her to truth…everything he had said was what happened.
He didn't know what happened to Larry.
"I wouldn't lie to you…I promise."
Remembering what had happened, Adam sighed and both talked for a little while. Alison talked about how she had been staying with her mother until things died down…she couldn't face going back home right now.
Adam asked how her little girl was doing…Alison said fine, but the truth was she really didn't know. Since it happened she grew more distant from her.
They asked a few questions about each other, mostly how long Adam had been taking photos and living in the city. Answering most of these questions made him feel guilty about how low he had sank for following her husband around as he carried on an affair with another woman. But most of that didn't seem to matter anymore. He asked her a few questions and found out that she had been married to Lawrence for nearly fifteen years. She said they had their problems…but she would give anything to see him now.
Starting into her eyes he understood.
She then thanked him, for being there with him until the end.
"I didn't do anything…I was helpless."
"You did…you saw and proved to me that he really was a good man."
Touching his hand for a moment, crude I.V lines sticking out of it with tape. He looked up at her and knew she needed something else.
"Even when he knew he needed to kill me…I think he missed and aimed at my shoulder on purpose."
She gave a weak smile.
"I think so too."
They exchanged a few more words and finally numbers and addresses. She told him to call her anytime if he ever needed anything, and how much she wanted her daughter to meet him. Knowing that really wasn't the truth he smiled and said his goodbyes to her.
Now sitting all alone in his bed, he knew he would be released tomorrow. The police were all ready busy on the other murders that had taken place…now he had to face his fears alone.
But the truth was…he really didn't know if he could go back there.