Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

3 The Girl Next Door: Part 1

July 13th - August 2nd, 2012

Nate dropped me off with the ambulance, then peeled away to track down Bobby. I ran inside with the EMTs, and once we were through the doors, they wheeled Sam and Dean toward a cluster of nurses and doctors.

"How long's he been out?" a nurse asked, nodding toward Sam.

"About fifteen minutes before you guys got there," I replied, watching as they wheeled Sam in a different direction than Dean. "Where are you taking him?"

"He needs an MRI. You can stay with him, okay?" the nurse gestured toward Dean.

Another nurse, steering Dean away, shot me a curious look. "What is your relation to them?"

Dean winced in pain. "She's our sister."

I hurried with them to another room. Dean was putting up a fight, attempting to break free. He almost seemed delirious.

"Hold him down!" someone shouted.

"Hey!" Dean protested, struggling.

"Dean, you have to calm down," I pleaded through teary eyes.

They tore open his jeans to examine his leg, which was contorted in strange ways. The doctor exchanged a nod with one of the nurses.

A younger male nurse approached me, positioning himself between me and the chaos. "We need you to wait out in the waiting room."

"What?!" I objected. "No! I'm not leaving my brother."

He nodded, empathizing. "I understand, but it'll be better for both of you if you wait outside. I promise I'll find you when we move him to another room." He put his hand on my shoulder, sincerity in his eyes. "Okay?"

I nodded, my chin trembling. "Okay."

He placed a hand on my back and guided me toward the exit. "I'll walk you out."

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Not long after, the nurse walked into the waiting room and motioned for me to follow. He led me to Dean's room, flashing me a friendly smile before shutting the door behind me. Dean was unconscious, a cast enveloping his right leg, extending above his knee. An IV drip snaked its way from a bag to his hand.

Approaching the IV, my eyes caught the label— Morphine. Not exactly a good sign, considering we needed to ditch this place fast. I carefully peeled off the tape securing the IV in Dean's hand, removing the needle delicately. Then, I repositioned the tape, concealing any evidence that he was disconnected from the IV.

Stepping out of the room, I shut the door behind me and stopped the first person in scrubs. "Hey, have you seen or heard anything about my brother? Super tall, shoulder-length brown hair, came in unconscious."

She nodded. "Yes, I actually just left him."

"Can I see him?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not right now. I'm sorry. He's still unconscious and needs a few more tests done."

I nodded. "Okay, thank you." I turned, stepping back into Dean's room, and called Nate. After a few rings, he answered. "I need your help. I've gotta get Sam and Dean outta here. Sam is unconscious somewhere in the hospital, and when Dean wakes up, I still have his broken leg to worry about."

"Okay, no problem," he said. "Me and Bobby are already on our way."

"You found him?" I asked, relieved.

"Yup." Nate chuckled. "He saw the flames and kept driving. I didn't realize he had called me a few times with all the chaos."

I exhaled in relief. "Oh, thank god."