He was breathing heavily as blood continued to slowly trickle out the corner of his mouth, shaking slightly, still trying to figure out what the hell happened. Jeremyâ€™s hands trembled violently as he reached in his coat for a cigar and lit it, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out slowly. Did he justâ€¦ die? He had been shot so it was only natural to die right? Or maybe this was the work of some higher power or something messing with his head. Was this all just a dream, or was it real after all? If it was real then he was dead, right? If he was dead then why was he in so much pain right now? He put a hand to his head and closed his eyes again. The headache was slowly getting worse and he didnâ€™t want to move from this spot for awhile.<br/><br/>Out of everything that has jumped out at him, that had frightened him the most. He almost wished he would have been killed just to get him the hell out of here.<br/><br/>Heaving a sigh, Jeremy sat back against the chair once again and closed his eyes, hoping to find something to take his mind off everything. He had half a mind to try calling the mysterious number and giving the twat and attitude, demanding that whoever was there to get him out of this. This mystery guy has had his fun. Jeremy was no longer amused by this especially after dying. Assuming he really had died that is, he still has his doubts, and he wasnâ€™t dreaming it. With the headache he was feeling and the blood he was coughing up something told him that it was just all too real. He took another drag from his cigar and exhaled heavily again. There had to be a way out of this, no matter how many times the thought pops up in his mind, he just knew there had to.<br/><br/>A female voice called his name suddenly and he immediately jumped up. Wishful thinking. At second glance he realized it had been Lia calling for him. Jeremy was wary, in fact he wasnâ€™t even sure what compelled him to go check on her, but he began to climb the stairs again. He moved slowly, keeping an eye out for anything that might try to scare himâ€¦ like spiders. Forcing himself not to shiver, he slowly made his way to the bathroom where he heard Liaâ€™s voice from, following the sobs. At first when he looked in, he noticed she was still bloody and wrapped in a towel and moved away from the door in a way where he couldnâ€™t see her. The last thing he needed was to be accused of being a pervert; he was a sick, sick man but he was no pervert.<br/><br/>â€œLia?â€ He dared to call out. From the looks of things she was not faring well either in this place. They needed to get out of here as quickly as possible; they obviously couldnâ€™t stay here right? Hopefully she would come to her senses and they could actually get somewhere. Trust had to be established, he knew, and it was not something he was willing to bring himself to do. However he knew he had to push that aside as well.