Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

20.1

Sam was right; it was a lot warmer in the medical room.

I was propped up on one of the white beds, buried under two pillows with my arm stretched out in Sam's hands while he tried to clean my injury.

I was attempting to distract myself from the pain with the fuzzy moving globs of color on the tv. Even though the screen was not too far overhead, I couldn't even make out what was on. Any heightened sense I had was gone, to say the least. My overall health was spiraling down at a frightening pace. I was just laying there, doing nothing at all, but I had to take deep, laborious breaths just to stay awake.

Sam was stealing nervous glances at me every now and then, while Kevin was watching him tend to my palm quietly with his chin rested on his forearm. My lids were slowly getting heavier even though I just woke up.

Sam clicked his tongue with a heavy sigh. "Liz, you haven't eaten since yesterday. Can you just please—"

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head. "I really can't right now." My stomach twisted into tight knots just at the thought.

It was quiet for a minute, just Sam working to cut exact pieces of gauze while Kevin and I watched.

"So who did the crocotta lure you with?" Sam asked conversationally, peeking at me for a second. "Was it your dad?"

I felt my heart skip a beat. "No," My eyes flicked to Kevin, who was now watching me. "I watched my dad take his last breath. I would've known better."

"Then who was it?" Kevin asked, but there was something about the way he said it.

"Doesn't matter."

I heard Kevin kick himself off his chair. "Was it me?"

"What? No, sit down." When I glanced up at him, his teeth were clenched and his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was fisting them.

"It was wasn't it?"

I sighed, "Kevin—"

"Because why else would the crocotta call me? It didn't make sense. He just wanted to make kidnapping me believable."

"Kevin I really don't have the energy for this."

"You're in this mess because of me."

"No, alright? No, not because of you. I'm in this mess because I let my emotions get in the way of my thinking." I was out of breath by the end of the sentence.

"I'm going to get to work. Find a way to fix this," he growled, walking out before even finishing his sentence.

"Kev—" I tried to stop him weakly, but my throat was suddenly too dry and I began coughing. Not surprisingly, there was a significant amount of blood on my hands and mouth and some even flew on the white sheets when I was done. Sam wordlessly handed me a napkin and finished working on my palm.

He was too quiet, probably fighting himself from saying something but I was too tired to ask what it was. My lazy eyes dragged to the tv again, and after a minute of trying to decipher the colored globs, I gave up and let my lids drop.

"You're a hypocrite, you know that?" Sam suddenly spoke.

My eyes flicked open. "What?"

He dropped the cream in his hands with a loud sound before looking at me. "You're so quick to get mad us for trying to take care of you yet you almost get yourself killed every week protecting us."

My lips twitched into a bitter smile. "That's not fair."

"Really?" he raised his eyebrows, his lips in a thin line. "Then what do you call what you're doing?"