Run While You Still Can

20. Not The Best Morning

Hey Guys! Sooorry for the long wait but college has been the death of me. My 'usual' Schedule isn't back yet but soon, I promise!

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My eyes fluttered but refused to open, my muscles unresponsive to my demands. I tried twitching my fingers but to no avail. My mind snaked around the countless clouds of haze which only made my head throb uncontrollably.

Groaning, I curled my toes slowly, my muscles waking up from their deep sleep. I curled and uncurled my toes until the pinching feeling crawled up my calves. Soon, I was able to move my entire body but only barely. It was like a house on top of a truck on top of a train was squishing me into the mattress.

I was finally able to open my eyes, glad that the curtains had been drawn, blocking out the light. I swallowed hard, my throat itching with dryness, as I tried looking around. Where was I? Why was this place so familiar?

A soft breath intake caused my head to snap to the left, my heart stopping. On the only wooden chair in the room sat Castiël, his head resting in his hands. His back rose and fell in a steady rhythm, deep in sleep.

The knuckles on both his fists were drenched in blood. As a matter of fact, his grey shirt was now torn to shreds and stained with blood. By the smell of it, the blood belonged to multiple people.

Trying to get a better view of him, I sat up in the bed only to be knocked back by a massive wave of nausea. The contents of my stomach burned through my esophagus. Clasping a hand over my mouth, I desperately search around the room for a trashcan or a bucket at least.

I found what I was looking for to my far right. I stumbled out of bed, barely in time, as a shudder passed through my body. The force was violent, causing me to spill myself in the can. My internal organs clenched upwards, tears moistening my cheeks. It wasn't long before a warm comforting hand rubbed my back in small circles. My body untightened, letting itself fall into the soothing touch.

'' I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.'' He begged in a small voice, repeating the motion until the round was over.

My body slumped against the cold floor, shaking through and though. Cas slipped his arms under me and carried me back to the soft, inviting bed. My head throbbed even more violently than before, my heart matching its beat.

'' What the fuck happened?'' I croaked, squeezing my eyes shut to stop from throwing up again.

The bed dipped beside me, causing my legs to slide towards Cas. His hands were deep in his tousled hair again, his shoulders tense.

'' I'm so sorry.'' He repeated weakly.

'' Cas, snap the fuck out of it and tell me what happen.'' I forced out, the strength of my voice making me wince in pain.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his hands over his face. '' You weren't responding. You were gone, your eyes darker than night. I tried everything, everything.''

I weakly lifted a hand to place it on his arm but he flinched away. I drew my hand away quickly, like his movement had sent a bolt through my arm.

'' You had totally lost control. I tried to bring you back like you did me but it only angered you more. You lunged at me, trying to rip my throat out. You were so far gone, you couldn't remember who I was. I did everything I could but it was no use. There was only one thing I could think of...''

The realization hit me as I recalled the symptoms I was facing. The throbbing, the heaviness, the nausea, the pain could only be linked to one thing: wolf's bane.

'' You injected me with wolf's bane. No wonder I feel like pure shit.'' I sighed, massaging my temples.

His head snapped towards me and only then did I realize the depth of his appearance. The bags under his eyes were deep, tiny bruises ornamenting his eyes. His skin was pale, almost greenish, accompanied by a rough stubble. He honestly looked like crap, almost ghostly.