Yay!!! I actually planned, so I guess that there's more updates coming quicker! BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT TO DO FINALLY! **huffs** so proud of myself!

  adam's pov

     I stared at the doctor who was carrying a struggling Ty, wondering why he wanted so bad to get away. I was confused, tilting my head. Suddenly I heard a scream erupt from Ty, which made me jump.

     "LET ME GO. I CANT BE HERE. YOU'LL REGRET IT. THEY WILL FIND YOU. THEY WILL, AND YOU WONT BE SMILING." Ty's voice was very edgy.

     "GET HIM IN RESTRAINT!" shouted the man, holding onto Ty.

     I ran over to help, worried for Ty's health. I grabbed hold of him, one arm wrapped around both his chest and upper arms, and the other over his mouth.

     "Ty!" I tried to calm him down. "You'll be alright! They won't hurt you." I spoke.

     Suddenly a nurse stuck a needle excactly in Ty's neck, injecting the serum. Ty started to breathe normally, passing out.

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     I tapped my finger nervously on the black arm rest. I was sitting in one of the red silk fabric waiting chairs. I could feel sweat come down my forhead, as I struggled to stay calm.

     I really just wanted to flip the front desk and demand what's going on in room 999, for they refused to answer any questions I threw at them. My legs were shaking, as I took a deep breath.

     I closed my eyes, removing my hands from my strong grip on the arm rest. I placed them in my lap, sighing out quietly. My hair was a bit wet from sweat, as I shook my head to the left to swing my hair back to place. A bit of sweat flew that direction, but a the moment I didn't give a shit.

     Something must have hit me, because all the worry and anger I had turned out to full out rage and anxiety. I sprung up and stormed to the desk, hitting my fist against the wooden birch made table. The lady jumped, looking up at me.

     She had brownish red hair, placed in a neat bun at the back of her head, and black lip stick. She also had black eye liner, and a really sharp tooth kinda sticking out of her mouth.

     The lady growled as she realized who it was. I stood up straight and crossed my arms, indicating my anger.

     "It's you again. Shoo already!" She spoke, turning her attention back to her laptop.

     "N with a O! Tell me what's going on in room 999!" I spat, feeling steam go through my ears.

     "Look here faggot, if you don't calm down like what actual people do, then I'll have to call security!" She spat back, her light grey eyes throwing daggers at me.

     I sighed, and turned around to see a doctor come out from room 999. He looked a bit shaken up, and looked at everything as if would come alive at any second and pounce on him.

     "Hey!" I shouted to him, making him jump.

     He looked up and straightened his glasses, walking over to me. I took a better look at him, and slightly smiled.

     The man looked 21, and he had black hair that kinda curled at the ends. His eyes were a deep brown, and under his white doctor coat he had a black shirt with a red pixelated M with a pink mustache. He wore some jeans with black shoes as well.

     "Uhm, hai..." The doctor spoke akwardly. "I'm Mark. Dr. Mark to be exact but I prefer just mark. No need to be polite." He grabbed my hand and shook it.

     "Okay mark, what's going on with the patient in room 999?" I asked, hopeful for an answer.

     Mark seemed a little frighten for the answer, but soon stood his ground and answered very quickly,

     "Tyler Lox must stay in the hospital for as long as he lives. The information I have found during his tests are classified, and are only for government use. The only way he can leave is if he get transfered to a more safisiant hospital, and slash or moved to a government safility for more tests."

     A/N

Welp. That was something. If we get up to 15 votes I will do the next chapter all about merome!!!!! :D