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Adam hated hospitals. Waiting rooms and lobbies, he was fine with, it was every other fucking part of them that he hated. Ever since he was rescued from the bathroom and had to stay in one for nearly a month, he’s hated them deeply. Although it did help that he had Lawrence with him every step of the way, recovering together side by side.
So for Lynn to hunt down Lawrence in his office and tell him that she had just treated Adam for a broken arm, Lawrence was beyond confused.
“What do you mean he broke his arm? And who brought him? He hasn’t had a car for several months”, Lawrence immediately followed Lynn out of his office and to the bay where she had left Adam.
The plan for the day was simple: work with Hoffman on one of his new traps, give the detective the gossip for his victim-of-the-week, get lunch with Amanda, and go back to his and Lawrence’s apartment and develop photos until Diana got home from school. But, of course, nothing ever goes as planned for Adam.
Hoffman’s newest trap was meant to be a smaller scale version of what he had used on Strahm (that still made Adam shiver if he thought about it too long), used to break someone’s limbs instead of their whole body. Mark had asked Adam to put one of his arms in the device, since apparently Mark’s intended victim was about the same size as Adam. Adam’s eyes had widened at that and he gave Mark a weary look.
“It’s not for you, dumbass.”
Adam just rolled his eyes and stuck his arm in the damn machine, not really paying attention to anything, sighing. He just wanted to go get a greasy lunch and go home.
Before he knew it, he heard a sickening snapping sound and Mark yelling out a rainbow of curses that would’ve given John a heart attack if he had heard. Adam felt pain, mostly panic and fear, but there was pain in his arm. He slowly turned his head to look at his volunteered limb.
Oh my god, this fucking idiot just broke my arm.
Everything after that was a blur, the pain and anger flooding his mind and making him dizzy. He remembered Mark taking him out of the trap and leading him to his car, but after that, Adam doesn’t really remember.
They were in the car for maybe a half hour before Mark stopped, got out, and helped Adam out of the car and leading him somewhere again. He heard Mark specifically ask for Lynn Denlon, someone else who had been roped into Jigsaw’s nonsense, just on a smaller, less detectable scale than the rest of them. Mark knew she wouldn’t ask questions and would fudge the paperwork to make Adam’s broken arm look like it was caused by an accident that didn’t involve building traps that killed people.
Adam soon found himself in a medical bay, sitting on the end of a bed, Mark standing next to him. Lynn quickly got to work, prodding at his arm, asking him questions to keep him alert. Adam was never good with pain, usually causing him to drift in and out of consciousness, something he’s surprised she remembered after treating his gunshot wound. He was sat down in a wheelchair soon after and taken to get x-rays. Mark stayed behind in the medical bay.
Luckily, he wouldn’t need surgery. He was taken back to the medical bay, purposefully ignoring Mark. The pain soon became unbearable, the adrenaline wearing off.
Lynn was padding his arm, preparing to wrap it, when he started getting squirmy, wiggling as much as he could without fucking up Lynn’s handiwork. He wanted to pull away, but he knew if he did the whole process would just take longer.
“Lynnnnnn, it hurts so baddd”, his breath was stuttering as he spoke. He hated crying in public, especially hated the thought of crying right now because Hoffman was there. He knew if he started crying he would never hear the end of it.
“I know, Adam. Do you wanna take a break and I can get you something for it?”, Lynn asked him calmly, looking him in the eyes. He felt a little bit like a skittish animal. He nodded his head quickly.
“Please, please, yes, anything!”, he sobbed before cutting himself off.
“Okay, okay. Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute.”
She left the medical bay, pulling the curtain behind her. Adam could tell Mark was staring at him, and he shifted uncomfortably in his spot on the bed.
“This would be over with by now if you just stopped complaining.”
“Fuck off, Mark.”
Adam winced at how watery and weak his own voice sounded. They waited in silence for a few moments before Lynn came back, holding a white plastic cup.
“Here, knock this back and we’ll keep going in a couple minutes once it’s kicked in”, she handed the cup to the young man, watching him do as she had told him, swallowing the pill that was in the cup.
“What was that?”, he asked. Should’ve asked first probably… oh well.
Lynn responded quietly, “Morphine. It’s not uncommon for a patient to need some for a broken arm, but we usually give it through an IV, but I figured an IV would stress you out more.”
Adam nodded, grateful that she’s a considerate person. It took a couple minutes, but the pain finally subsided, and Lynn was able to swiftly finish casting his arm. He felt so relaxed, a far cry to how he had felt when he was first walked into the hospital. Once Lynn let go of his arm, he flopped back on the bed with a grunt, making sure not to jostle it before placing it over his stomach.
“Okay, you’re all done. I’m gonna go get some paperwork for you to sign off on”, she informed him. Adam gave a thumbs up back, still lying down.
Lynn left once again, but headed up to Lawrence’s office after stopping by a nurses’ station for the paperwork she needed Adam to fill out. She reached his door and knocked twice before entering.
He looked up from his computer where he was typing away, smiling at her.
“Hello, Lynn. Do you need something?”
“Don’t be mad. Your boy is here with a broken arm.”
Lawrence quickly grabbed his cane and stood up. They walked together out of his office and back to where Adam was, hopefully passed out.
“How did he get here? He doesn’t have a car. Was someone else with him?”
“Some guy brought him in? The detective I think.”
Lawrence groaned at that. Of course Hoffman had something to do with this. The man was too cocky for his own good, always getting other people hurt in his shenanigans.
Lawrence pulled back the curtain and walked to Adam’s side. The younger man’s head lawled to the side to see who was next to him, and as soon as he realized who it was, he smiled and sat up, immediately reaching out to hug Lawrence.
Lawrence hugged him back, glad to see he was okay before quickly kissing the top of his head. Adam smiled wider and nuzzled further into his torso at the affection.
“Oh, Adam. Sweetie, are you okay? You’re not in any pain, are you?”, Lawrence asked, grabbing the younger man gently by the shoulders. Adam smiled and shook his head, clearly under the affects of whatever Lynn had given him for the pain.
“I did give him some morphine earlier. I knew if I didn’t, you’d be upset”, Lynn interjected. Lawrence nodded his thanks to her before dismissing her.
Lawrence looked pointedly at Hoffman, clearly unhappy with him. He separated from Adam slightly, but still kept himself within arm’s reach.
“Mark.”
Oh shiiiiittt, Larry’s not happy, Adam thought to himself and snickered. He recognized that tone. He was rarely on the receiving end of it, surprisingly. He recognized it as the tone of voice Lawrence used back in the bathroom when Adam was being a snarky little shit.
“Lawrence”, Hoffman responded back smoothly.
“What were you thinking? You know not to use Adam as a guinea pig, especially when the trap is as faulty as that shoddy torture device you think puts you on some sort of pedestal.”
Adam leaned back against Lawrence’s torso again, turning to face Mark with a smug grin on his face that said, told ya so. He began swinging his feet back and forth, clearly enjoying seeing Hoffman get torn into.
“Lawrence, he’s an adult. He knew what he was getting into when he agreed to help”, Mark’s smug response pissed Adam off.
“No the fuck I didn’t! All you said was, ‘hey Adam put your arm in my big stupid machine, I wanna see if it’ll fit the weed man I’m preying on for selling weed to college kids!’”, Adam defended himself, doing a shitty goofy impression of Hoffman just to piss him off more. Lawrence smoothed a hand up and down Adam’s back to calm him down.
Lawrence breathed in long and harsh through his nose before responding. “Next time you need to do a test run, use a goddamn inanimate object.”
Mark didn’t bother responding. Lawrence stepped in front of Adam to help him down from the bed, wrapping an arm around the smaller man’s waist to keep him steady on his feet.
“Okay, darling, I’m going to take you home now. I’ll let the receptionists know I won’t be in for the rest of the day.”
Adam let out a “yayyyy” as him and Lawrence walked slowly to the nearest receptionist.
Mark left shortly after them. He supposed Lawrence had a point about using objects to test his traps. After all, he wouldn’t have to take a squash to the hospital.