I wouldn't lie to you

First Night

(Adam Stanheight)
My eyes couldn't look away from the wrenching color of red drenched all over my hand and shirt. Blood it was but it wasn't mine, it was Zepp's. I killed someone I'm a murderer, I'm just as bad as Jigsaw maybe even worse. My head is in complete agony, feeling like I was the one that got bashed in the head. My body trembles, breaking down by the second, the pain in my shoulder from the bullet was making it much worse. And that's when it hit me, I was crying so hard I couldn't stop myself from not wanting to look weak or pathetic but deep down I know I'm all those things. What made it worse was looking at Zepp's body which causes more sobs and screaming out of my throat, at this point I didn't care how much my throat hurt because everything hurts. My body curls into a ball rocking myself back and forth to give myself comfort to feel warmth but either way I'm all alone and forever will be.

My eyes opens meeting with reality again, yanking myself up my breathing was uncontrollable, I can't breathe I keep trying to catch my breath but nothing was working. Someone came into the room thank god, she looked like she was talking but I couldn't hear anything she was saying she then push my body down going towards some cabinet and came to my side and put something cool against my head. She then pull something behind her back and inject it into my arm, I started to feel a bit droopy but awake. It made my breathing get under control after some time, "Adam can you hear me?" I stare at her trying to speak where my voice doesn't crack but it does anyway. "Yes." "I'm sorry I should've known head of time you would be getting seizures I will put you on Lamotrigine hopefully it will help," "it's nothing just bad dream," i look around the counter for my cup of water. "That's just the beginning I promise you the medication will help trust me please Adam," I look at her to find any sarcastic expression on her face but there wasn't it was more like sorrow. "Okay, um can I have some water?" She nods and pours water into the paper cup and hands it to me.

By the time I was relaxed I had to take a piss so bad. I lean forward slowly to get out of bed and hold onto my IV pole to not loose balance, I slowly start to walk out my room wandering to try and find the bathroom gosh why are these hallways so fucking long. I kept going to each hallway, I start to give up and try to find my way back to my room. As I was walking I caught a glimpse of a certain door opened half way and being nosy I took just a little quick peak and that's when my breath hitched. Lawrence, Lawrence fucking Gordon live in action in front of me in a hospital bed reading some old book. I must be dreaming there's no way this is real, this must be some other fucked up dream of mine and that's when I took a small stepped forward and test if this is actually happening. "Lawrence...?" I said pretty quiet but loud enough for him to hear because he lifts his face out of his book and looks directly at me in shock "Adam you're alive..."

Authors note✨- I'm sorry this one's a bit short but I'll be making the next one hopefully soon!