Heartbeat [spn]

Part 5

Groggy and with your vision blurredyou woke up. The sound of repetitive beeping filling your ears. Youshook your head and tired to lick your lips, only to find them dryerthan you ever felt them before. You groaned, attempting to open youreyes.

Bright blinding lights forced your eyesto close again. "Y/N?" You groaned in answer. "Just relax.Okay? Here."Strong arms reached behind you and lifted you uphelping you into a sitting position.

"What?" you croaked. You reachedyour hand up to scratch at your eyes, only to find the IV in yourhand keeping you from doing as you wanted. Annoyed, you tried to pullat the cords. Sam placed his hand on yours to keep you from doingthat.

You finally looked around the room, thewhite starkness of the room. You could see the table where Sam hadmade his home. A few books were stacked on the table, a phone, andhis laptop that looked as if he attempted to shut it.

Sam sat down in the chair next to you."You were uh- attacked." Sam gave you a pleading look, a look ofworry that made you confused. "Dean and I managed to find you justin time to bring you here."

"The hospital?" You asked, takinganother long slow look around the room. Your head felt foggy anddisoriented, but you could tell that you were at the hospital, itmade since with with IV drip and heart rate monitor beeping at you."What happened?"

"You suffered from sever blood lossand a few organs were damaged." Sam answered. You searched yourbody, pulling down the thin blanket and trying to pull at the gownyou were wearing. "Y/N, please relax."

You looked up at him, standing over youwith pleading eyes. You did as you were told, removing your hands andplacing them at your sides. Sam sat back down, running a hand throughhis hair and sighing. He took a moment, closing his eyes andbreathing in slow deep breaths before he opened them back up andlooked at you.

"We weren't sure you were going towake up. You've been out for days now. Dean's out searching for somesupernatural cure to help you. I should uh- I should call him andtell him you're awake." Sam fished through his pockets for hisphone, only to come up short and turn around to the table. He grippedthe black brick in his hand tightly.

You shook your head, trying to processwhat Sam was saying. The drugs were obviously working, becauseeverything seemed off. "Cure?" You asked.

"Well the witches got to you. So weweren't sure if modern medicine was going to cure you or not."Sam's voice was small, something you hadn't been used to hearingsince you met him. He always seemed to tall, confident and loud, andnow everything was so different.

"Oh."

"Hold on, I'm going to go call Deanreal fast. Just... stay put." Sam stood and quickly left the room,quietly shutting the door behind him.

You sighed, and remembered that youwanted to search your body. You lifted your gown slowly, cringing atthe pain. You had no cuts, no scars, no bruising, and yet everythingached as if it had been poked and prodded. You tried to hear Sam, butall you could hear was the steady beeping that told you you werestill alive.

"Mrs. Y/L/N?" a new voice asked,slowly opening the door into your room. A man walked in, with a labcoat. With the added clipboard even your groggy mind knew he wasimportant. "I'm your doctor, Dr. S. Good to see you awake." Hesat down on the corner of your bed, crossing his legs and arms. Hisface was soft, as if the words he was going to tell you next werebad. "I just need to ask you a few questions and then I can let yourest. How are you feeling?"

You sighed, "Tired. Loopy. Groggy."you pulled your blankets up, covering yourself because you werestarting to feel vulnerable.

"That's just the pain medication."Dr. S laughed. "Does anything hurt?" He flipped a few papers up,his pen at the ready to jot down whatever you were about to tell him.