Hope is a Dangerous Thing [EDITING]

Chapter Nineteen

I sighed a little bit as I looked around yet another hospital room. Anoter sigh left my mouth as I shifted a little bit in my bed. The sheets were scratchy on my skin. Or maybe it was something about the hospital gown I was wearing. I shifted a little bit as I tried to scratch things that I didn't even know could itch before. The hospital room was silent except for the beeping of the hear monitor. The bright light coming from the hospital lights was too much to handle. A pounding in my head responding to the light more angrily than I had ever thought. I closed my eyes and shifted a little bit to get away from the even angrier light. My eyes shifted a little bit away from the light as much as I could without popping them out of my sockets.

    The door swung open letting out a soft creak as I moved away from the light as much as I could. Cinnamon, warm hot cinnamon, hit my nose. A smile hit my face as I moved towards the smell. I forgot the pain surging through my eyes and head. My eyes shot open as I looked over towards the smell. Dean held some cinnamon rolls with a smile on his face as he moved me over to me, setting one of the boxes down in front of me. Loki followed Dean in and smiled a little bit at me as well.

    "The others are out and about searching for whoever was next in your little binder."

    Dean waved his hands more nonchalantly. Panic washed over me. I leaned down to either side of me as I looked down at the foot of the bed. There was no bag. There was no sign of my own bag. There was nothing I could do to get up out of the bed without any help. A frown crossed Dean's face as he looked me over. My eyes drifted to him as I faked a smile. He smiled a little bit worried as I looked over him.

    I placed a calm air on as I looked over at Dean, "Where the hell is my bag?"

    "In the closet," Dean looked a little bit confused as he pointed over his shoulder. "Where the hell do you think it was? Do you want me to go get it?"

    A little bit of relief washed over my body as I shifted in my seat to sit up a little bit more and get more comfortable, "Yes, please."

    Dean crossed the room and rummaged through the closet for the bag, grabbing it in his hands before crossing back over to me. I sighed as I rummaged through the bag. I smiled a little bit as my own hand touched the binder. A wave of relief washed over me. Dean chuckled a little bit as he moved closer to me. I looked at Loki as he chowed down into his own cinnamon roll. I sighed a little bit as I shifted into my seat a little bit more as I opened up the box to the warmth of the cinnamon roll. I shifted towards the food and began eating a little bit.

    Great, you're filling yourself up with carbs and sugar? Is that even good for you?

    Kurt's voice came into my mind with a little bit of a thunk. The pounding in my head returned. I shifted in my seat. My head tilted to the side as I moved a little bit into the side. Dean shot me a look as I shifted in my seat to get more comfortable than I had been before. My hands moved-and not of my own movement but by someone else's-to tug at the hospital gown. I shifted a little bit but again, this wasn't me moving my body, and moved against my own will. I shifted in my seat as I looked at Dean once more then back down at my food.

    It's good and I don't give a shit. How long have we been out?

    'We'?  There is no 'we', there is you-the body and whatever the hell your soul is-and then there is us. We are the conscious of whatever the hell you want to call us. I don't really even give a shit.

    Fine. But how long have I been out? Can you guys keep track of that kind of shit?

    You have been out for a few days. Two...maybe three days at most. I lost track after like two days.