Every Secret Thing >> Dean Winchester

20 | Dream A Little Dream of Me

Hope you guys have been taking notes of the clues and notes I've been dropping. *wINk wInK* hahahah because this chapter will explain and dive way deeper into some of the plot's unresolved problems ( so far )

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Chapter 20 | Dream A Little Dream of Me

There's that familiar pungent smell of bleach again. People walked around with patterned scrubs. Some that laid in bed had IV bags and stands beside them.

I think I'm in the hospital ward. Why am I here?

People were talking in hushed voices, like the group of nurses on my right.

"Did you hear? Dr. Mary's son is here!"

"Oh, the poor child."

"Imagine being at the place where your mom died."

"Witnessing it first-hand, too."

"It was her fault anyway. She was so desperate in operating on that VIP patient who she had an affair with." 

A much older nurse strides up to them, slamming her clipboard down, "Stop talking about the late Dr. Mary like that."

They hung their heads down, stuttering out an apology.

"U-uhm. Ex-excuse me."

They turned their heads to me and stared. I cowered under their gaze and fumbled with the ends of my shirt.

The older nurse comes up to me and places a hand on my shoulder, "Hey, kid. It's Rosabelle, right?"

I nod.

"Okay. Thanks for waiting. The surgery was long, but your friend made it. Follow me."

Oh my gosh, I remember now. He was rushed to the ER. He had hit his head real badly.

I rub the corner of my eyes and my hands came back wet. Had I been crying all this time at the waiting room?

She showed me to the very corner of the ward. I let out a big sigh of relief to see him. He looked pale and groggy.

An older man by his bed was talking to him. He had his arms crossed and brows fixed together.

"What, were you trying to kill yourself? You want to end up like how your mom did?"

He shook his head in response, "No, sir."

"She ran away from us to be with that rich guy and ended up wanting to die with him. What a laugh, really."

"Sir," The same nurse behind me interrupted, "Your son is in unstable condition and needs full rest. He will need to stay here for-"

"No, he ain't staying here. He's comin' back with me."

"Sir, he hit himself really hard on the table countertop. He hadn't eaten or slept in days."

"Did you hear me? I said no."

The look on the nurse's face hardened, "Fine. If you will come with me, then."

The man follows the nurse, not before turning back and saying, "You better man up, boy--or you are no son of mine."

"Yes sir."

As soon as they were gone, he leaned back onto his bed. He swallowed hard.