Winchestered

17

Next Day

I have been in hospitals way more then I should. I told Gadreel, well Sam to take my car and drive himself and Castiel back home to the bunker.

She's been in the surgery room for hours now. I remember when I carried her in here and yelled for the nurses and doctors to help her. "3 broken ribs, broken arm, collapsed lung, and her heart looks like it had nail marks on them. And internal bleeding" They said.

One of the nurses looked so shocked of Trishas wounds that she almost teared up.

A few other nurses had to give her some water because she had an panic attack? Literally.

Trisha is the one dying and yet more nurses are helping that weak girl. My god.

A  doctor was approaching me and I stood up. I'm ready for whatever the news are. Bad or good. I need to know.

"Grey?" He asked me and I nodded. "You're friend over there was pretty beaten up, do you know how? We've never seen anything like that ever before."

I shock my head. "No, I am just as shocked as you doctor." I lie.

"Do you know her name other then Trisha? Do you live together?" 

"No, she's a friends of my friend. I've only met her ones" I lie again.

He starts to write something on a the block he has in his hands. I study him for a while trying to see if he expects something, but he wasn't and he smiled at me and told me the doctor was coming right away.

15 minutes later the doctor came to me and shake my hand.

"How is she?" I ask.

"She will be just fine. The surgery went just as we expected"

I let out all the anxiety and exhaustion in one long sigh

"It's a miracle that she's still alive. But you will be able to visit her very shortly"

"Thank you" I sat back in the chair, this time with a smile on my face. I don't why I'm this happy. I mean she's just a one time... Right? Right...?

I shock the thoughts away and  went out to get a drink that I desperately need right now, but before left I told the nurse at the reception to call me whenever she's good enough to go and visit.

****

I went to a liquor store this time instead of a bar. I have a feeling I will stay far away from a bar, today...

Since Sam took  my car I have to go back to the hospital, but since the nurses haven't called yet I decided to go for a walk. It is still summer after all.

I walked around the park in the sunshine, my leather jacket left very hot and I do have a black t shirt under so I took it off and let it hang over my shoulder. I sat down on a bench and took a sip of the drink I bought. I think I know what people mean with the whole "Go for a walk or else you will go insane" Maybe I am going insane. Maybe all of the things I'm going through is slowly making me go insane.

I took another sip.

The park wasn't empty but it felt like for the first time in forever, nobody is looking at me. For the first time in forever, I could watch other people do the messy work now me and I can just lay back and let other people do it for me. No hunting, no killing, no seeing friends die.

Just... peace.

I see now. I see why Sam has an obsession over the "normal" life. And why he always wanted a life as far away from hunting as possible. But I never could. And I never can.