A Demon's Curse

Waiting for good news

Dean:

I'm sitting on the bench for half an hour. I'm worried about Sam. I don't know what the doctors are saying to each other and what they are doing to Sam. When I look around me I see a white wall, hallways that are never completely empty and in some parts of the walls are windows. In one part of the hallway, a cleaning-person is cleaning the floor and once every few minutes, a doctor or assistant walks by. The door to Sam's room opens and a man in light blue uniform walks outside. He walks up to me and sticks out his hand. "Hello, I'm Mark Smith," the older man says. I grab his hand and shake it slowly. "Dean Winchester," I say. Mark nods and looks at the file that he's carrying with him. "I understood the young man in the room is your brother?" "Yes," I answer. The man nods and he scribbles a few things on one of the pieces of paper that are in the file. "May I know his name?" "Sam Winchester," I say and I ask myself how many things this gray-haired man wants to know about Sam. "And how old is mister Winchester?" I don't know if the man is talking about me or Sam when he says that, but I guess he means Sam. "Thirty-one," I answer. The man nods and wants to walk back into the room. "Do you already know something about Sam?" Mark turns around and opens his mouth. "Not much," he says. "We know he's wounded and he passed out after he started to throw up. We'll call for you if we know more or if he wakes up." Mark turns his back to me and walks into the room. I decide to just limp around a little and look if my car is still in the same place. When I'm outside I don't see my car anywhere. I walk up to the nearest police officer. "Hey! Do you know where my car is?" I ask and the man turns around. "The Impala?" I nod. "Yes, they dragged it away," the officer says. "You didn't park your car in the parking spots." He has a silly smile on his face and I want to punch him in his stupid face. I make an angry face at him and open my mouth. "My brother was bleeding to death!" I yell. "If you weren't that blind you'd seen me running into the hospital with him in my arms." The officer looks scared, nods and turns around. "Well, can I have my fricking car back?" "Yes, when you can walk and drive normally again." I grunt and limp back inside. Inside, a doctor directly walks up to me and says that they brought Sam to a operation room to find out what's wrong. "They want to solve all problems, then he'll have a even bigger chance of surviving this all," the doctor says. "Right, let me know if you know something." The doctor nods and I limp up to a bench again where I fall asleep after an hour. I am woken up by an assistant who says I can take a seat by Sam in his room for a moment. They would explain everything in the time that I'm with sleeping Sam. I try to stand up right and when I stand on my legs I limp after the – again another – young lady. She leads me to the room and opens the door. I limp inside and Sam's lying in a bed. Tubes go into his nostrils and needles attached to tubes bring blood, liquid and medicine into his body. One of his eyes has a blue-greenish circle around it and he has a few scratches on his face. The assistant points at a stool next to the bed as a sign that I can take a seat on it. I walk up to the stool and take a seat. The blanket that Sam is lying under is light blue. Sam's hands are quite white and his eyes are closed. I look up when I hear that someone is walking into the room. Mark Smith walks up to another stool in the room. He sits on the other side of Sam's bed. He opens his file and sighs. "Mister Winchester," he says and nods to me. "We've found out some things about your brother, but we know nothing for sure." I don't know if I'd want to hear this, 'cause his face says nothing good. I nod as a sign that he can start talking and so he does. "When you brought in your brother it didn't look good," he begins. "Now it still doesn't look that good. But he lives. That's good news, isn't it?" I shrug, but I don't really want to believe that that's the "good news". I look at my hands and see that I'm making fists all the time. "But then I saw the wound. How did he even get a stab wound?" I look up from my hands. "I owe a guy money, but didn't have it with me and he wanted to stab me and Sam jumped in front of me," I lie again. Mark raises his eyebrows and licks with his tounque over his lips. "Well, when we saw the stab wound we where all very shocked when we found bone chips in the wound. The guy who stabbed him pushed very hard on the knife – or blade – and that guy crushed a part of his spine." I hope this doesn't mean what I think it means. "Your spine is very important, as we all know. Like I already said: we don't know anything for sure. But there is a chance that your brother could be paralyzed when he wakes up." I stay quiet and I stare at Sam, but from the inside I'm screaming, I'm yelling and breaking even. Paralyzed means no more hunting! He could be in danger all the time! When Mark sees the worried look on my face he starts to talk again. "Sir, we know nothing for sure. He could be all right, I'm just telling you this because he could be paralyzed. But we'll all pray with you that he won't be paralyzed." I look up and the word pray makes me angry. "Pray? Pray! You want to pray to help him? And you think that will help? I don't think so!" When I see Mark's shocked face I stop and try to calm down. But I'm not going to pray for the douchebag that stabbed my brother. Mark takes on his serious look again and sighs. "Well, that's what we know for now. Your brother will also sleep a lot, even after he wakes up in a day or maybe two. Or we hope he'll wake up in a day or two, if he doesn't we'll need to come in action." I nod and after that Mark stand up to give me a hand and go on to his next patient. "I wish you both good luck for now and I'll see Sam when he needs me to." Mark walks up to the door and walks outside. He leaves me in this silent, small, nasty hospital room and I feel so alone.