( the room he had been trapped in had become like a second spirit to adamโ there was lucidity at first, after the screaming and pleading to be let out. those were the easy days; he'd form a little routine to keep himself sane, to try and find something to do and care for himself in the small amount of space the chain allowed him to move in. soon it became too much, too tiresome to even try and that's when the madness rolled it. it made it easy for him to fight even harder when amanda came into the room, came rolling in with an ideation she'd just kill him to ease him from the suffering.
the hardest part was adapting to the outside world and while initially he hadn't wanted to rely on lawrence for help, he had nothing and no one on the outside. he needed him now as much as he did in those moments where he begged him not to leave him.
he was on his couch now, cleaned up, appearing to be okay, but given he was lying on it with bags under his eyes and a crummy demeanor...wellโ
clearly he wasn't too well. )
Yeah I'm starved but...you tell me Doctor. Aren't I suppose to take it easy? You know what happened to victims of war and stuff right? Stuffing their faces and dying from it. You got any broth?
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ty for your patience, apologies for the delay!
the hardest part was adapting to the outside world and while initially he hadn't wanted to rely on lawrence for help, he had nothing and no one on the outside. he needed him now as much as he did in those moments where he begged him not to leave him.
he was on his couch now, cleaned up, appearing to be okay, but given he was lying on it with bags under his eyes and a crummy demeanor...wellโ
clearly he wasn't too well. )
Yeah I'm starved but...you tell me Doctor. Aren't I suppose to take it easy? You know what happened to victims of war and stuff right? Stuffing their faces and dying from it. You got any broth?