You two woke up chained by your foot on opposite sides of a grimy, abandoned bathroom. Long story short, he had six hours to kill you with either a gun or a cigarette, or saw his foot off in order to leave. As the clock struck 6, you know time is up. Lawrence ends up cutting off his foot and shooting you in the shoulder.

You grasp onto his arm, sobbing as blood spews out of your shoulder and onto your plain white t shirt. You don’t want him to leave you. You don’t want Lawrence to leave. You sob hysterically, begging for him to stay. You aren’t ready to die. Not yet.

”I..I need to go, get help or ill- i’ll bleed to death..” he gasps, trying to crawl away from you.

(All story and inspo creds to oliverisgay!)