wade don't know what to do.

it all happened too fast. too painful, terrifying. and the next thing he knew was him lying there, facing the rusty ceiling of the suffocating, dim tiled room. pitter patter echoes, coming from a loose pipe and old ceiling. steam coming from a machinery clouds some parts of the room. incandescent lights glows through.

his bottom lip quivered, the sound of something being sharpened going back and forth in his ears, enough to make his shaved, cloth-less body run cold. his chest rising and falling, his breathing erratic at the sight of the surgical paraphernalia. hands that are limp at his sides, tries so hard to move, twitch, anything. but his panicked gaze distracts what shouldn't.

you.

the accomplice of that doll masked man.

he breathes through his teeth. his head lolled back on a headrest, unable to keep his muscles loose at how stiff the injected liquid had made him. his skin blemished red, signs of his early struggle. eyelids fluttered, wincing as he watches you move around, prepping embalming tools. his eyes, unfocused and clouded, glasses with tears.

"please..."