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me and the dead boy i pulled by killing him

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body paintings by Karen Turner

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"don't touch that dial now, we're just getting started." 🔪

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⛓️Always in our hearts,⛓️ ⛓️⛓️and our heads⛓️⛓️⛓️

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Hiiii!! I’m writing a fanfic at the moment and I’m thinking of updating it weekly! (If anything differs I’ll post about it) please please give this a read because it took a long time and I hope you all enjoy it!!

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Chapter 1:

Healing externally

Lawrence drags his nearly lifeless body across the disgusting sewer floor, gasping for air due to the blood loss leaving his head woozy. His stump dragging across the floor, scraping against the concrete with every movement, up ahead he saw a door, it wasn’t locked. Freedom, he thought to himself as he suddenly regained energy to pull himself that little bit further. He spit some blood out from his mouth and gritted his teeth through the pain, his oozing stump rubbed against some broken glass and he winced in pain, fearful to make a noise in case anyone heard him escaping.

Eventually he reached the door, pushing it open with one free hand while the other pushed himself up to push the bar down to release the lock. Fresh air. Natural light. Wind. The traffic. Everything he had ever taken for granted he was finally relieved to see again. He pushed even further to get back to civilisation, just one person needed to see him and he could get help. And that’s exactly what happened, a woman walking her dog managed to come across him as he weakly asked for help. She immediately dropped to her knees to check over Lawrence and called an ambulance.

Just a few moments later he could hear the whirring of the sirens, luckily it was a quiet place so there was no crowds. Only people hoisting him onto a gurney and reassuring him everything would be okay, one of the paramedics tried to put an oxygen mask on but before they could he batted their hand away and tried to tell them about Adam but nothing was coming out. The blood loss had left him speechless and half dead. adam. Adam. ADAM. ADAM. Was the only thing floating around his head. He struggled with the paramedic while they tried to get his oxygen mask on for about three minutes

“help. Him.” Was the only words he could mutter out before completely passing out. Leaving him unconscious.

The paramedics called the police to investigate the building while they rushed Lawrence to the hospital, he didn’t remember much from then on. Only occasionally drifting in and out of consciousness and feeling the jitter of the ambulance and the sounds of the gurney clashing together, the sirens still whirring. Eventually he lost consciousness again and everything went black. It felt as though his heart stopped and everything was peaceful at last, these last eight hours were utter hell, he was glad to be at peace. Even if he did think he was dead.

All of a sudden he woke up again, in a hospital bed. Bright fluorescent lights almost blinding him, the beeping of his IV drip and the smell of latex and disinfectant. He looked down to see his stump covered in a red blood soaked bandage and studied his surroundings, it all started to click together. The ward, the staff, the reception. This was Angel of mercy. The hospital he works at, or well. Did work at, he never in his life thought he would be a patient in his own hospital.

“This must be how my patients feel” he said to himself in a dry, raspy voice. He leaned over and took a sip of water from the cup left on the table next to him, looking over to the blue curtains. He saw a figure behind them and his heart raced started to increase, he swallowed his water with a loud gulp as he saw the figure move and open the curtain, revealing a tall, skinny woman with black hair and a doctor’s uniform on with a wedding ring on her right hand.

“Hello, I’m Lynn Denlon. I’m going to be your doctor for the time being so I will be your main port of call for any emergencies or enquiries about your recovery Mr…uhm…” she flicks through her clipboard notes to find her patients name and looks up. “Lawrence Gordon…” she smiles and looks at him putting her clipboard on the table, her head tilts to the left a little and she sighs “what could of possibly happened to you for you to be in here?”

Lawrence’s eyes closed sharply as his mind raced through everything that had occurred in that god forsaken bathroom. The blood, the smell, the tape, the saw. His eyes opened wildly once more and a horrified look appeared on his face.

“Adam…” he said quietly to himself. “Did they find Adam?”

Lynns brows furrowed in confusion and sat in the edge of the bed “who’s Adam? Surely I would have thought you would be more caring for your wife and daughter” she raises her eyebrows and smirks and the doctor.

Lawrence bites his tongue, he knew he didn’t have the energy to fight this battle “oh yes, I almost forgot to ask. How are you and Jeff getting on?”

Lynns face falls as she swallows and grits her teeth, her eye twitches as she rapidly gets up and grabs her clipboard “have a smooth recovery. Doctor.” She exits the room in one swift motion, almost slamming the door in her rage.

Sure it was a cheap shot but she had it coming Lawrence thought to himself as he took another sip of water.

Some time passes and Lawrence feels his eyes close heavily, he couldn’t believe how exhausted he was but every time he closed his sleepy eyes all he could think about was those eight disgusting hours, Adam’s screams and the pain. Oh my god the pain he thought while sitting upright and straining his neck to see if anyone was out there, a few moments later a police officer and detective knock on the glass door as he grants them entry with a swift motion of his hand.

The detective appeared with dark hair and a large build, his face almost looked familiar, Lawrence had to bargain with himself whether the detective had lip fillers due to them being so plump, the detective smiled at Lawrence and he smiled back.

“Good evening Doctor, I am Detective Hoffman. The lead on this case of your unfortunate events, unfortunately we are still running tests to try and gather any information we can about it but so far we are yet to find anything. The person who did this must be… very smart and efficient” He paused for a moment and smiled to himself.

Lawrence looked up and took a deep breath in “what about Adam? Did you find him? Is he alright?” His eyes pleading for a good response, or any response at this point.

The detective hung his head and sighed “I’m sorry doctor, Adam stanheight was already deceased when we found him. We could not resuscitate him, however we did go to his apartment to look things over and it turns out he had a cat, we either take it to a shelter or you can adopt it. You don’t have to make the choice now, god knows you have made many choices recent…”

“Wait. Just wait a minute…Adam’s dead?…” Lawrence’s eyes filled with tears as his face turned angry and sad. “You’re wrong. He can’t be. I promised him. I promised…” The detective sat on the chair across from him and Lawrence looks at him as his eyes darkened into a cold stare “you’re wrong”

“I beg your pardon?” Hoffman questioned as his eyebrows raised

“You’re wrong. You’re all wrong, this is wrong. He isn’t dead. I saw him before I left” Lawrence started to get worked up as he started sweating and hyperventilating

“You can take a trip down to the morgue if you’d like. And you would see his cold dead body” Hoffman stood up and looked at the doctor.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Lawrence shouted at him, a nurse came in and asked the police to leave the hospital and they did as they were asked. The nurse administered medication to calm Lawrence to prevent his heart rate increasing, she filled his cup up with more water and elevated his foot with the remote to move the bed. “Now you get some rest Lawrence. We need you to be better so we can get you home and safe” she smiled and left the room.

To be continued…🩸🩸🩸

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