Caught in the Crossfire~~Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 10: The Lost is Always Found

Miserable. Distraught. Misery. Agony. Torment. Torn. Broken and in half.

My body aches as my hand clinches the weird bed sheet below me. I feel a needle under my elbow and a breathing mask wrapped around my face and shoving air through my nose.

This is what it has come to. A hospital bed. Man, getting hit by a car, not only once, but twice can really do a number on you.

I wince at every movement I make or plan onto make. My head hurt with the lightness taking attention first. Left wrist is confined into what I'll think is a cast. My right leg in a brace of some sort. I can feel bandages wrap around my body along with ace-wraps. My chest fills with fire and loses desire with every exhale of air I have left.

My eyes flutter open. I squint at the brightness of the room. White. White everywhere. White here and white over there. White all over the walls and ceiling.

No one is here or around in the room. Thank god. I look around the room until I hear the door open.

"Miss. Grady, you're awake."

I look over and the nurse smiles. "I'm aware." I mumble incoherent to her.

"How are you feeling tonight?" She asks.

"Sore." I grunt as I try to sit up against the bed frame.

"There's a man here to see you by the name of Bobby Singer."

I nod as an answer. "Send him in." I sigh.

She nods and smiles at me as he checks my vitals and everything she suppose to be looking for. "Alright, I'll send him in."

She walks out with the door wide open. I sigh and begin looking around my surroundings again. I notice the nightstand besides my bed and in the far corner is my bag...or what's left of it.

I start to hear my second 'in command' phone from the bag. I see the screen light up through the pouch and I can't just hop up myself and grab it. I groan in frustration and just let it ring or until at least Bobby comes up here to wherever I am.

The ringing stop and I shrink myself into the bed. My head light enough to roll off my neck. Bones ready to snap under pressure. My chest aches with every breath of air. My side is killing me. I could only imagine what I look like.

I hear a sudden shuffle of footsteps at the door. I turn my attention to see Bobby staring at me with sorrow in his eyes. You could tell he was tired and if anything, I was like a daughter to him.

"You're okay?!" He breaths out suddenly.

I'm confuse. I just woke up from what happen yesterday, it's not like I was out for a week.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask with curiosity and the burning sensation in my throat.

"You been out for like a week. You flatline a couple of times, the doctors were never expecting you to wake up."

"Well....shit." I mumble.

He still stares at me. "Do you know how many phone calls I had gotten? From the boys and the hospital? I drove 5 hours down here only to see one thing and that's was you in your death bed."