George: "Didn't you say the exit was that way?" George growled as he glared at Lucas. "I asked for the full truth didn't I? Where are they? I don't want to spend more time searching for them than I have to if it means I will get caught doing so."

Ariv: Ariv nodded slowly, at a loss for words for a long moment before he sighed. "Alright, alright...," Ariv mumbled before crawling under the covers. "Can I at least cuddle a little with you first?"

Lucas: he furrowed his eyebrows and sighed seemingly pained to tell him this information. "Fine.. you have to go left... and be very quiet... if they catch you... well... um..." tears welled up in his eyes just thinking about what had previously been done to him. "Do we really have to??" He was shaking at this point.

George: "Lucas...," George took his hand gently. "I'll be safe. I promise. Why are you so upset? You know I can take care of myself out there."

Ariv: Ariv glared at Alastor from under the bed covers. "I don't need that much water... nor do I need to take that tablet. I have already taken enough pills and tablets for today."

Lucas: he shook his head. "No you don't understand George!! They collapsed one of my lungs... purposely... it hurts... everything hurts George... I don't want them to get to you... because you won't survive half of this... if you can't heal like I can how are you supposed to survive if it's hard for me??"

Alastor: "yes you do. And if you don't take the tablet I'm not cuddling. You need an undisturbed sleep Ariv. Melatonin won't mess with anything else you've taken, they give it to people in psychiatric hospitals so they can sleep properly." He sat down beside him. "I feel like if I don't knock you out somehow you'll just get up when I'm sleeping to work again.."

George: George chuckled softly before kissing Lucas gently to try to calm him. "Lucas, if I have survived Sheol, a shootout with cultists, and a number of other things," George explained as he tried his best to show he was capable of doing this, "I think I can safely get through this. Keep in mind, this is if they can catch me. I won't let that happen, okay?"

Ariv: "I wouldn't do that if you simply asked me to not do it," Ariv grumbled. "It's not like you have to give me the tablet. Plus, if I take the tablet we won't be able to talk."

Lucas: tears began to pour down his cheeks as he nodded his head in defeat. Slowly he shuffled out of the room without another word, he didn't want to upset George anymore then he already had. He turned to the left and froze for just a moment looking at the bloody footprints on the ground that were hid from the first time he had tried this.

George: "I love you, Lucas!" George called after him before looking to a passed out Lilith with a sigh. "Let's get this over with and help those people out shall we." Going down the way Lucas told him to go, he headed for where the others should be, quickly making sure there were people still alive in there.

Ariv: "Yes but that is still-" Ariv huffed crossly when Alastor left. Of course he had to leave right when Alastor was about to be making an important note.

Lucas: he sniffled leaning back against the wall. He didn't want to leave George just in case something happened, but at the same time he didn't want to get in the way. And at the same time he didn't want it to seem like he was abandoning him or was too scared, because that was most certainly not the case. Slowly he began to walk behind George. Although he let George get pretty far ahead. The first door George saw was covered in splatters of blood, there was audible screaming of a girl behind it and a man laughing. Some sort of drill and or saw seemed to be being used as well.

George: George took a deep breath before leaning Lilith up against the wall. "Alright, Lilith. Stay here and don't move." George chuckled to himself as he took one more deep breath. "Not that you could since you're passed out." Then he opened the door to the room, with a comedic smile. "Hey... I kinda got lost. Do you happen to know where the bathroom is?"

Ariv: "Ariv," Ariv corrected before grumbling as he reached for the water and took an agonizing sip of water, not realizing how sore and dry his throat was until he started to drink. "How much of this do I have to drink again?"

(?): once he was in the room the sight before him was of a little girl, having her hand slowly being sawed off. A man sawing her hand off and a few rich looking spectators. They all kind of just starred at George. No one made a peep after he came in. They just starred, blankly. The girl however did scream, she screamed louder as the saw was just held in place grinding up her flesh.

Alastor: "all of it, you have to drink all of it Or at least try." He smiled kissing his head as he sat down beside him. "Next time don't neglect yourself and this wouldn't have to happen. I thought you were supposed to be smart, you know you'll be more productive and will be able to get more work done if your body is taken care of."