Adam couldn't comprehend what was happening. One moment they were talking, and the next Izaya was moving. Quickly. Running towards the bars. The scream was fine. It hurt, and made the grunt flinch, but it didn't do nearly as much damage as the sharp, metallic clang of the bar being hit with his foot and fists. The sound boomed across the empty rooms. It rattled Adam to his core. Instinctively he stepped backed and wildly whipped his head around. The guard was coming.
Looking back to Izaya, he opened his mouth to urge him to stop. To stop doing this, but the sight of red choked his words. Blood. Adam's world lurched as he stumbled back and against the wall. He pressed his hand against his mouth, his face ghostly pale. This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't how things should go. Why would he do this? Why would he hurt himself? Why would he want to hurt himself? Iz always said he did things for his best interest. Why would he do this? There was no interest here? What was happening? What have I done? The thoughts spilled in so fast, sucked by the vaccuum of shock. I ******** up everything. The dark thought slithered in, burning and tainting everything it touched in Adam's mind. Whatever moral resolve to not cry began to crack under the assault Izaya was giving to the ringing metal bars. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes.
"Izaya, don't," Adam croaked, piteously, but the sound didn't travel beyond the beating.
An arm grabbed his and Adam watched as the guards mouth moved, saying something. He was jerking on Adam's arm, and slowly, reluctantly Adam's feet were moved, pulled from the spot. Looking over his shoulder, he tried to see his ex roommate. One last time. But he was gone. In that cage, all there was, was... Anger. Hurt. Why? The black thought swirled and soon flooded Adam. All he had worked through crumbled, and the old self doubt and hurt rushed back into the void of numb shock. He kept it together until the prison cell was gone, and then it burst.
In the examination area he hunched over, sobbing softly into his hands. The guard beside him hesitated and then turned on heel, leaving the blonde to collect himself and leave.