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waking up for lawrence gordon wasn't much different that getting out of a long, yet cold, shower. it was slow, almost painful, his joints popping and his skin clammy as he pulled himself out. his eyes flickered open, blurring before adjusting to the bright, florescent lights of the hospital room. of course, he had grown used to them in his later years; he had been an oncologist for quite a while now, telling people that they were going to die.
he took a breath, a deep one, before closing his eyes and going back under once more. he could feel the sedatives and the anesthesia rush through his system, attempting to numb the pain in his leg. it hurt. of course it hurt, lawrence cut his leg off with a hacksaw, why wouldn't it hurt? he took a moment to reassess where he was, opening his eyes once more and wincing at the brightness. it reminded him of the bathroom.
the bathroom? oh. lawrence glanced down at his now missing foot before taking a deep breath, his eyes wide in realization. he was out of the bathroom, missing a foot, and in an actual hospital. a replay of his last memories flashed in his mind, kind of like those replays that showed up on screen on those shitty bowling games. he remembered crawling out of the bathroom, he remembered promising to adam that he'd get help, seeing adam up close for the first time, sawing his foot off, and adam.
adam was his main focus, main concern, despite the fact that he was still in the hospital. he took a breath, glancing around and finding one of those remotes hanging off the bed. he debated turning on the television, to see if there were anything in the news, but decided to see if anyone knew anything first. pushing his thumb against the red emergency call button, he pushed himself further back against the starchy pillows.
lawrence waited a minute, eyes trained on the clock on the left side of the room. he focused on the sound of footsteps rounding the corner, keeping his eyes at their position. he could almost humor himself; most people would assume that 'older' people's hearing got worse as the aged, but he proved that the opposite - even if he wasn't all that old. footsteps stopped at the door of his room, obviously watching him but not saying anything to alert of the presence.
his eyes moved now, looking over at the figure and feeling his heart drop into his stomach. his eyes widened, pink lips parting, at the sight of the young man. pale, dark eyed and black haired. he attempted to sit up, wincing at the pain in his back and leg, before sitting back once more. the man before him, likely an orderly by the sight of his lack of nurse uniform, was identical to adam. he coughed, clearing his throat, eyes burning into the boy in front of him.
“mr. gordon?” the orderly prompted, tilting his head slightly and taking a step forward. of course, it probably wasn't all that surprising that he recognized the doctor. if anything, his face had probably been plastered all over the news as 'saintly doctor survives jigsaw killer' or whatever. however, lawrence couldn't help but be shocked. “sir, do you need anybody?-”
“adam?” against his better judgment, the name is leaving his lips faster than he would like it to. he hides his misguided judgment with a quick laugh and a small smile, shaking his head and glancing away from the orderly. “ah, i'm sorry, sir. i mistook you for someone else.” his quick fix wasn't bought, skepticism evident on the boy's face.
he shook his head, taking another step towards lawrence. “no? my name is david, mr gordon.” he points to the small name tag attached to his shirt, reading out the name. “do you need me to call anyone?” he prompts again, obviously a little on edge due to lawrence's words.
“my apologies, ad—david. no, you don't need to call anybody, i'm quite alright for now.” he smiles gently, attempting to help waver the man's obvious discomfort. his gaze flickered across the room, his eyes finding the clock and noting the time. 9:37am. “uhm, if you don't mind my asking, what day is it?”
“september 13th.” david responded, suddenly a little closer to lawrence's bed despite the fact that he hadn't noticed him moving. “you've been admitted for two, almost three, days - as far as i know.” the older man nodded slowly, his eyes finding the orderly's and noting the similarities between him and adam.
nothing is said for a good moment before lawrence is looking away again, sighing gently as his eyes focus on the tiled floor underneath david's scuffed up shoes. “sorry, you look a lot like someone i used to know.” the boy muttered something, shifting slightly and watching as the doctor's eyes found him again. the older slightly motioned for him to repeat himself, obviously not having heard him.
“adam, right?” he watched lawrence nod. “that's my brother.” david watched as the man slowly came to realization, his dark eyes watching the blues as they widened.
“i'm sorry.” he scoffs at the older man, the corner of his lip quirking up in an unmannered and hardly appropriate smirk.
“don't be. you got caught by jigsaw, right? so was i, so was he.” lawrence nodded along to david's words, frowning gently. “what happened to him?” david tilted his head forward, eyes focused on the bedridden man.
“he... i don't know. jigsaw, he said that i needed to kill him. i don't know if adam got out, i promised him that i would get him out of there but i don't remember anything.” lawrence stared down at his hands, ignoring david's unforgiving gaze. he shook his head, his voice strained as he fought the urge to either start crying or yelling.
“i'm calling someone.” david turned his back to lawrence, who was now seeing his own exit from adam's perspective. he sat up slightly, watching as the orderly began to walk away towards the room door and taking an unsteady breath. he shook his head, lifting his hand and reaching out for david as he left the room and shut the door behind him.