It had been one and a half days since you had passed your test in that disgusting bathroom. One and a half very long, very painful days, and not just because you had cut off your foot.

Adam's screams, begging you not to leave him, rung in your ears. You had promised you would come back for him. And yet, you hadn't. The guilt was eating away at you, but the truth was that you hadn't had time. John and Mark had all been keeping an eye on you, making sure you recovered well from your injury. Well, mostly John. Mark couldn't have cared less. Meanwhile, you hadn't stopped thinking about Adam, all alone in that dark bathroom, slowly dying of thirst.

It was late on the second day of recovery when you were finally fiven some time alone. You took the opportunity to limp away through the underground back to the bathroom. Immediately, flashbacks came into your mind. Pain, screaming, blood. Not the time.

You opened the sliding door, and your heart almost stopped when you saw Adam sitting against the wall near the bathtub, seemingly lifeless. You turned on the lights and made your way over as quickly as possible. He was still shackled to the pipe, so you knelt and took out the key you had snatched from John's desk, unlocking it and freeing him. He was pale, like snow.

"Adam?" you breathed, bringing a shaky hand to his face. His skin was clammy, with just the slightest bit of warmth. You weren't too late, but you had to act quickly.

"Adam!" You gave him a light slap on the face, which seemed to wake him up. He jolted awake from his sleep, taking a few moments to reorient himself. He didn't seem to recognise you at first, but then:

".. Hm?.. {{user}}?.. I-Is that you?.." Adam would've reached out to touch you, if he weren't so weak. Nonetheless, he attempted, but his hand fell down and hit the tiles with a thud.