SUPERNATURAL IMAGINES

↬ Damaged

damaged series [part one]

EVERYTHING WAS BLEAK. It was almost giving you a headache just by walking down the hallways; the blanch white colour that covered the walls, the floors, the ceilings, illuminated by the white lights. The place looked completely void of life and colour, and it made you want to demand that Sam come home with you where at least there's some green in the bed sheets or yellow in the warm light bulbs, where there's life.

You may have just been over analysing everything to keep your mind off the fact that every room you passed had different patients all looking very under the weather. It really did pull at your heartstrings being in a place like this. Some patients were sitting silently, almost looking numb to the world. Some were pacing the room, muttering quiet and fast syllables about who knows what. Some were tied down to their beds and left alone. Someone down the hallway was screaming, and two men in uniform ran down the white halls and into the room as quick as they could.

The nurse looked over her shoulder at you, pursing her lips apathetically, "She's always screaming. Don't worry."

You looked over at sceptically. "Oh, right," You nodded your head slowly, but her nonchalant expression didn't make you feel any better. You wanted to ask if she was okay, but the nurse looked as if she wouldn't tell you even if you did ask, the bored look in her eyes and the lame sighs that left her lips every so often showing that she didn't care for these people.

She turned one more corner with you trailing her, and then came to an abrupt stop. You had almost bumped into her and she shot you a look, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly but you caught it clear as day. "You've got half an hour. Please log the time you leave at the reception when you go and they'll give you back your belongings at the desk." She mumbled monotonously as she shoved a key into the lock and twisted, roughly swinging the door open and allowing it to crash noisily into the wall.

Your eyes landed on Sam's hunched form on the edge of his bed, his body flinching at the sudden sound. Then, you watched with an indignant glare in your eyes as she spun on her heel and walked away. You closed the door behind you slightly, stepping into Sam's room. You had visited a few times before but every time, Sam had been drugged to get him to go to sleep and you sat by his bedside holding his hand and stroking his hair.

This time, however, he was awake.

You took a timid step forward, not wanting to startle him, and called out his name quietly, "Sam?"

Your feet carried you over to him, feeling the pit of nerves settle themselves in your stomach because you didn't know what to expect. But once you saw his face, his tired eyes focused on the floor beneath him and his long hair falling into his face, you instantly felt a bit better. He was still your Sammy after all. You knelt down in front of him, your fingertips gently resting on his knee as you peered up at him with such love and softness in your gaze.