96 Hours Later | Closed; Lawrence

[adam stanheight]

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hen the door closed, helplessness was the first thing to seep in mind, then came the worst part - dehydration began to take its toll after 72 hours. In spite of the once full bathtub Adam used for a bed, the water was cut off and not once would he prefer to be caught with his pants down drinking his own urine when someone decided to drop by like some fuckin' Bear Grills knockoff. It's quite foggy from what he remembers, but someone did want to host a killing game and showed up, suffocating him with something so menial as a plastic bag. Adam grunted, standing in a coffee shop thinking back to what transpired after. Appearing barefoot in the same white shirt and generic jeans was the least of his worries; including all the bloody marks and pain in his right shoulder. What worried him was how he ended up at the local metro station without a single recollection of who drug him there, if his shoulder was patched up by the same person and the constant feverish chills that kept coming back. Some hackjob repair if infection was setting in. Face dirty, hair greasy as sin, Adam continued to walk forward in line when finally he could order. "Caffeine. Anything. Just give me something to make this headache go away." He whimpered out to the Barista who looked more appalled than pleased to take someones order. Was it the way he looked or the way he smelt? Being fresh and clean cut was for stuck up, celebrity wannabes anyhow.[/justify][/blockquote]

[lawrence gordon]

sitting in the coffee shop, his gaze far beyond anything that was clearly seen through the window, lawrence felt a twitch on his foot. an incessant itch that wouldn't go away. he had dreams about that itch when he was able to down enough sleeping pills to be able to. his stare still making his brain a vegetable, he absentmindedly reached down and scratched his foot only to feel nothing. breaking out of his trance, he looked down to see the casted stump, just waiting for the healing process to be finished so it could get the prosthetic foot. he cursed rather loudly as the itch remained on the foot that no longer was. he looked back out the window just as someone familiar walked by. he stared for a moment before rubbing his eyes. the awful visions destroying everything he was. the visions of that day. he wondered if they ever would leave. they were sometimes too real for him to handle. he buried his head in his hands with a sigh, trying to push them away. when the door made the ding sound, lawrence rose his head as a familiar scent washed over him. it smelled like that bathroom. the blood and stink. why was this such a detailed memory? adam walked up to the counter and ordered, not wearing shoes and looking the same as he found him before. the gunshot blood stained shirt. everything. he stared up in shock. he wasn't seeing things. lawrence stood up quickly, almost falling over, forgetting his foot wasn't there to walk. he grabbed the crutches he had on the other chair and went over as quickly as he could. smacking adam's leg to test if he was real and to also get his attention, he fumed. "you should have told me you were out! i didn't know if you were alright!" his balanced wavered on the crutches, looking weaker than ever. he had only just gotten out of the hospital that day and with tantrums. I'm a doctor, I know how to take care of myself when I'm at home. I don't need to be here and you know it. I'm healed enough.

[adam stanheight]

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eeling a quick hit to the leg, just below his knee, Adam reacted the only way he knew how. "Christ!" he shouted, caught off guard and reacting to the blow from the aluminum crutch, it sent even more shivers down his spin more than before. Now he wanted to puke - forget the coffee, he just wanted to keel over. Yeah, he looked like a wreck, but who decided to add more injury to insult? He breathed hard before turning to look at who struck him. Doctor Gordon? Was his fever that strong that now he was hallucinating? "Oh, sure. Says the guy who promised to come back for me!" he retorted sarcastically, eyebrows scrunched in an angry manner. "Why the hell should I tell you anything?!" with that question, he stopped and looked over Lawrence. His stomach growled, and he swallowed hard before leaning his back against the counter. He could feel every person in the shop stare; some disgusted, some pulling out their cellphones as if they were going to make the whole ordeal viral - or calling the cops. Adam didn't care, Lawrence wanted to make a scene, fine, but not until he had something to drink first. Adam's blinks drew out longer, beads of sweat became more prominent. Why did he have to run into him of all people?[/justify][/blockquote]

[lawrence gordon]

"oh. i'm so sorry i couldn't get you myself. i was otherwise indisposed." he rolled his eyes, his words a distasteful growl. "but you got out, didn't you? i was the one that sent them..." his words slowed as he finished his sentence, looking adam over carefully, taking a step back with his crutch. "why didn't they take you to the hospital? or home for that matter?" he shook his head, confused, his already messy blonde hair shifting into a different tousled position. he didn't bother to get dressed for the occasion of getting coffee. the barista had a lot on her hands today. first someone who looked like the right side of a mental institution and another that looked like he was on his way out due to a zombie disease. lawrence's shirt was half out of his faded pants, poorly buttoned, and the one shoe he was wearing had it's shoelaces undone. his eyes were still covered in sleep. he had been too lazy to rub them, but not so lazy to get a coffee. sitting in his house, alone, was hard to do with the remnants of that horrible day still coming to hand his mind. therapy was suggested. he still hadn't said yes. his wife and daughter left to go to visit other family so they could leave the house that they were tied up in. even after he cut off his own foot to get back to them, they left him as soon as they realized he was alright and would live. though he said that he understood why they needed to go, he didn't like that they did. sure his wife offered to have him go along, but he didn't want to deal with her mother right after a day trapped in a bathroom.