Adam sat down, waiting for Mark to let him visit Ty. He leaned his cheek on the cold white walls, the familiar scent of grief and miracles filling his nose. He glanced at his hands. His eyes softened. His palms had blisters from gripping the handle bars, and his fingers were callused from his guitar lessons. Yeah, that's right. He got guitar lessons. He needed to get his mind off things. Well, Mark recommended it. 

"Adam" Mark called, walking down the hall. Adam stood up and cracked a polite smile. 

"What's with the getup?" Adam asked, pointing at Mark's peanut buttered beard/mustache. 

Mark pointed at Adam with a determined look. "I'm chasing a squirrel, making them my own. I WILL be the king of squirrels!" Mark exclaimed, then walked off the other way. "Ty's been moved to the room down the hall! Go left, right, then rig- wait. It's left, then right, then left? No wait, left, left, right, then there's that old beaten up vending machine that only sells sparkling water." Mark paused. "Just look around, you'll find the room eventually." He bid Adam goodbye. 

Mark walked into his office, and shut the door. Suddenly a loud crash of maybe shattering glass echoed throughout the halls from his office. "NURSE!" Mark screeched. 

Adam rolled his eyes, then stalked off. He turned left, then kept walking. The halls were unwelcoming. The atmosphere was rude and immediately put a heavy weight on his shoulders. Adam remembered these halls well. It was quiet, his steps echoing through the halls. Adam shivered in distrust. One more step.

Right, left, right, left, Adam counted his steps. Stay steady now, don't want to fall. That's what his mother said to him. 

Adam frowned at the sudden thought. He shouldn't be here, but he should. The dusty marble floor made his worn out sneakers squeak. It was indecent. Not a place for her- for Ty. Yes, Ty was the present; Future Adam hoped. He paused when he heard sobbing from a room down the right hall. He flinched, then went to the opposite hall. A scream was suddenly heard from a room very close to him. Adam immediately stopped. He shivered, and turned the opposite way, which was left.

"What is this?" His voice cracked. He stumbled, then his shoulder hit the wall. He felt dizzy. Voices filled his head, some from close rooms, and some from vivid memories. 

"No! I don't want to die!" 

"Why can't I refuse the surgery?!"

"I don't want you to die!" 

"NO! I don't want to!"

"Stop! IT HURTS!" 

"Mommy? MOMMY!" 

"I'D RATHER DIE!" 

"Don't leave me! PLEASE!" 

Adam fell to his knees, shaking. His fingers curled up into fists and his vision became foggy. "S-stop.." He fell forward into a crawl position. His fist collided with the floor. Pain surged through his forehead, causing a splitting headache. "STOP IT ALREADY!" Adam screamed, a tear trickling down. He forcefully sat up and clutched his head. "NO MORE! STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!" He was desperate. 

But wasn't he always?  

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503 words. Getting better.