Supernatural One Shots

Blood s/f

You wake up with a sore throat. Like really sore. You sit up and turn on the lamp next to your bed. You rub your eyes against the bright light. Suddenly, a harsh cough escapes your lips. You look down at your hand and see that there's blood on it. It's glints bright red in the light. A feeling of anxiety bubbles up inside you and your hands start to shake.

After taking a minute to calm down, you decide against going to the hospital. It's not that much blood anyways. Wouldn't want to go to the hospital for nothing. That's what you tell the receptionist at your doctor's office when you call. "Even so," she tells you, "you should come in right away. Usually, Dr. Winchester takes walk-ins, but I'll make you an appointment so you can be seen right away." You hear her typing on a computer. "Can you be here by 10:30?"

You look at the clock. That'll give you enough time to brush your teeth, shower, and get dressed. "Yeah. Hey, who's Dr. Winchester?"

"He's new. Your doctor left a few months ago. Don't worry; Sam is just as good a doctor. We'll see you at 10:30."

• • •

You tap your fingers as you wait for the doctor. He enters the room surprisingly quickly; only a few minutes after the nurse leaves. Your mouth falls open at the sight of him, but he doesn't notice since he's looking down at a chart. His hair is long and brown. He's easily over six feet tall. It's hard to tell under the lab coat, but he seems muscular. You quickly close your mouth. He looks up at you; his eyes are hazel with flecks of yellow. "(Y/n)?" he asks. You nod. "So, you coughed up some blood this morning?" You nod.

He looks down at your chart. "I'm Sam by the way." He smiles up at you. "Based on this," he rests his hand on the chart, "I'd say that it's most likely that you have strep, (yeah, yeah, yeah, I used strep again, but that's because it's easiest and I get it a lot so I know about it) but I need to ask you some routine questions first. I'm almost completely certain it's not internal bleeding, but the questions will help rule that out." Your heart skips a beat. He must see the fear in your face because he adds, "You don't need to be worried." You start to feel a little dizzy. Sam sets down the chart. "Hey, you, uh, look at little green." He walks over to you, taking action. He pushes your shoulder down gently so you're laying down.

"I've kind of -" you attempt to swallow, but your mouth is dry and your throat hurts. "I've kind of been freaking out all morning about this." Sam lifts your legs up with one hand. He pulls out a hidden part of the exam table and sets your legs down. "I haven't eaten anything today; it hurts my throat too much." Black spots form around the edges of your vision.

You hear Sam open the door. "Janice."

"Yes?" a woman's voice answers.

"Get me some Sprite and crackers as quick as you can. The lab should have some." Sam walks back over to you. You feel his fingers pressed gently to the inside of your wrist. "(Y/n), can your hear me."

"Yeah," you say slowly.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" You hadn't realized you'd closed them. You force your eyes open and look up at Sam. "Good," he says. He smiles again, but only briefly. "I'm going to ask you some questions now. Do you think you can answer them?"

"Yeah," you say against the pain in your throat.

"First question: have you fallen recently?"

Your brain is moving at half speed, so it takes a few seconds to answer. "No."

"So you haven't been injured?" You shake your head. He relaxes somewhat. "Does anyone in your family have hemophilia? It's a condition where the blood won't clot and bruises form easily."