Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #116: Plain White Room

Trigger warnings: Cancer, angst, the usual other stuff
Please enjoy me and Grace have worked on this for a while but then we sort of stopped for a long time cause neither of us knew what to do and on a whim of emotion I finished like the second half earlier so here you go. It long.

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     Do you ever have those moments when everything seems to just freeze in place?

     Where something happens and it's so enormously, astoundingly surprising that even time itself skids to a halt and can do nothing but stare?

     The striking white of the room left her distorted to begin with; blind to what was about to level her whole world. If she had just had her eyes open, if she could have just seen the doctor coming, then she could have prepared her already arithmetic heart for the shot soon to be taken upon.  The frown could have been a clue, but the trepidation that clouded over her mother and father would have gave it away.    

     Hearing the doctor say it; watching those two simple syllables slide past her parted lips made them become so much more than a word.  She must have said it a million times before, and the only way to save her wrenching heart was to detach herself from the situation, and uphold her professionalism.

     "Ms. (L/N)— you have cancer."

     Everything froze.  She could not only hear the rushed gasp of air being forced from her parents, but she could feel it.  It knocked her back into her chair; rocking it onto its hind legs, leaving it teetering on the edge of being stable, and letting gravity take its course.   

     And when time finally snapped from its trance, and the world continued to spin, everything had changed.

     One thought weaved it's way out of the confused maze that was her mind, one that left her legs numb, and her arms shaking. 

     How am I going to tell Jared, Jensen and Misha? How am I going to break it the the cast and crew that has become my family?

     And try as she might, nothing would ever be the same.

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     Her parents coddled her for hours, wiping the hair that had fallen into her eyes out of the way, and leaving kisses that stayed pressed into her forehead until they felt the need to replace it with a fresh one.

     They left her in that blank canvas of a room to talk with the doctor about treatment, and that's when she remembered what time it was, and where she was supposed to be. 

     Her phone was left to silently receive call after call, and an abundance of texts, on her bedside table.  She let her hand slide over the screen, and as soon as her finger made contact with the cold, it lit up with the incoming call she dreaded taking. 

     "Hel—hello?" She could barely force the simple greeting past her lips, and she had to cough back the tears that were fighting at the backs of her eyes. 

     "Where are you, kid? We have been trying to reach you all morning." There was nothing different about Jensen's voice, it was the same as it had always been, and her mind might have been playing tricks on her, but the tone she heard was enough to make her squeeze into a ball. Her forehead rested soundly on her legs, and she welcomed the darkness and cover that they brought.