I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone

One More Mircale.

L-POV
I heard a weird noise from the bathroom after Dean left. I had no idea what they were doing but Sam told me not to go to Michael.

I crept through the house, meandering among the many walls that stood in my way of getting to Michael. I struggled to find him but when I did, I was scared.

He was lying in the bath, his eyes full of tears and sorrow. I looked down at his arms. Two great night long cuts up his wrist with thick red blood pouring out. Michael dropped the straight razor and his eyes began to become droopy. I saw the glint of a smile before he slipped under neath the water.

I ran towards him and pulled his limp body out of the water and held him in my arms. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and typed in 9-1-1. I put the phone on speaker and began wrapping Michael's wrists with a bandage I found in the cupboard.

"Hello. Emergency contacts, how can I help?" The voice said.

"Help! I-I need help. It's my boyfriend." I stuttered and I have him the address. Within about 10 minutes, the ambulance showed up. Luckily, Michael was still wearing his jeans so I didn't have to worry about trying to get him dressed.

At the hospital, the nurses asked me loads of questions about Michael. His full name. Any family he has. I left out the part that he escaped a mental asylum and that me and Cas helped him because we would probably be arrested.

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A while later, I was allowed to go  and see Michael. He was in room 221B. Wow.

I walked in the room and he was lying motionless on the bed, wires strung from him in every direction and the constant beep of the heart monitor was driving me insane already.

"Hello," The nurse said walking over to me, "My name is Jess, I'm Michaels nurse," I shook her hand.

"I-I'm Lucifer," I stuttered, "How is he?"

"Well, he lost a whole lotta blood and he's still hanging on but we haven't been able to wake him up yet. I'll give you two some privacy," Jess left and I sat down in the chair next to Michaels bed, taking his hand in mine.

"Michael," I said, tears already rolling down my cheeks, "Please wake up. I need you. I can't live without you." I ran my thumb over his knuckles. "Please Michael, just one more miracle, for me, dont be dead. Would you do that? For me? Just stop it. Stop this."

Not long after I stopped talking, the heart monitor began to get quicker, almost too quick. Dozens of doctors rushed in and I was pushed out the door no matter how hard I tried to stay in the room.

The doctors were doing all kinds of things. Changing his IV bag. Injecting something into his arm. Writing things down. Checking his temperature. All the doctors were frantically running around the room doing all kinds of things but my eyes we're fixed on the heart monitor.

The green line spiked every so often, signalling that Mike's heartbeat had slowed down. But slowed down way too much. 40bpm. It should be around 60, right?

The heart monitor slowed down even more and even from outside I could hear the long beep from inside the room. In that moment, everything slowed down. The doctors were running frantically around the room but in slow motion. There were people running up and down the halls behind me but they, too, were in slow motion. The doctors took the defibrillators out and placed them on Michaels chest.

Just before they did the first shock, I could have sworn Michael looked at me and smiled. Maybe I'm just going crazy?

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