Adam's eyes roamed around the white room. 

Too familiar. 

His eyes landed on the IV in the corner collecting dust, and realized the smell of soap and grief. 

Can't be here.

Adam recognized the itchy thin blanket and the puffy mattress. 

Don't want to remember. 

His breath was caught in his throat and his chest tightened. He immanently sat up, and quickly took a better look around. His eyes widened, and his eyes blurred. 

Why.

He tried to get up, but couldn't move. 

Why.

He could feel the past crawling on his back. 

wHY.

"I see you're awake." Mark's voice entered Adam's near panic attack. 

Adam's head snapped to the right, where Mark stood, his back leaning on the cold white walls. Mark had a bruise on his cheek, and a peanut butter stain was smeared on his nose. Mark grinned a toothy grin. "Welcome back to reality." Mark chuckled. "Saw you passed out in one of the hall's corner. I think you gave nurse a scare." 

"Oh, really?" Adam shut his eyes and groaned. He went to stand up, but his legs were numb. He couldn't lift them. Adam's eyes widened. 

No.

Adam's breathing became shaky. "I-I can't move my legs." His voice cracked. 

Mark raised an eyebrow. "What happened back there, buddy? It's not everyday you pass out in a hospital when you're not the patient." Mark sat beside Adam. Adam sat, staring at his legs. They weren't moving. 

Adam's fingers were cold. 

"Hey, you okay?" Mark asked, putting his hand on Adam's shoulder. 

His was warm. 

"M-Mark?" Adam's voice fractured. 

Adam's vision began to dance. 

"Yeah?" 

"What room is this?" Adam's eyes traveled to the floor. 

"Room 314." Mark's words broke Adam. 

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Haha I made an Undertale reference. I have to perform on stage tonight, bye.