"Doc, she's going in and out!" "CLEAR!" I see a bright light through the small gap between my eyelids. "We're losing her! Rick, higher velocity!" "CLEAR!" "Jesus Christ, find the artery and stop the bleeding!" Another shock after another shock kept coming along. Suddenly, I could hear the monitor beep along with my heartbeat and everyone in the OR sighed in relief. "She's back." They continued their interrupted work. I couldn't remember what had happened before this...
***
Sam's POV
I see Y/N's doctor walk towards me and Dean. We had waited the whole night and morning for news. He nods at us and tells us to take a seat since we were standing.
"How is she?" I ask him as I take her belongings, which weren't much. "Surgery went well and all. Managed to salvage her but I bear terrible news, you two. Due to the massive blow to her head, she could have memory loss or amnesia once she wakes up from surgery."
I couldn't believe it. How could she have lost her memory?! My world was spinning too fast for me to keep up. I had to grab onto something nearby because I felt that I was going to faint.
"Misters Winchester, I'm so sorry for the news. But something like that could lead to permanent memory loss. I suggest that you take it slow with her since she's vulnerable." "Thank you, doctor. Are we allowed to see her now?" I reply. He nods and leads us to her room.
That hall felt super cold and lonely. Not many rooms were filled, only like 10 of them had patients. The doctor knocks before entering. A lovely old nurse opens the door and says," Miss Y/L/N is awake." "Good good. These are her emergency contacts and her family as they've told me. May we come in?" The nurse opens the door and walks back over to Y/N's side.
"Miss Y/N, there are some handsome men here to see you," the nurse says sweetly. I look at her and my eyes begin to water. Burns and deep cuts throughout her exposed body. Bruises, a deep purple with some greens. I couldn't stand to see her like this. The overwhelm of seeing the monitors and all types of hospital technology just put a pit in my stomach. When I got closer, the words that came out of her mouth hurt me.
"Who are you?" I tried my best to choke back my tears and I felt Dean's hand on my shoulder," we're family Y/N." "How do you know me and since when did I have a family?" she panics. She grabbed ahold of the nurse's hand and says," how do I know that you aren't here to hurt me?" I look at Dean. My heart hurt. The nurse assured her that we were, in fact, not there to hurt her.
"Doc, when will she be good to go home?" Dean says to change the atmosphere. I follow his gaze. "She should be able to go home in no time. We just need some more tests to see if anything else is wrong and then if there is nothing, she'll be free." I turn back to her and place my hand lightly on top of hers and say," you hear that? You'll be ready to go home in no time." She nods but she seemed uncomfortable with my hand on top of hers. I removed it and took a seat on a different chair.
"Do you know when Bruce is coming?" And that was the moment that I had felt my heart sank completely. She looked between me and Dean. My vision became blurry and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my crying. "Bruce is no longer in the picture Y/N," Dean says lightly. "What? Why?" She's panicking again. Bruce had been possessed by a demon who abused her for 4 years before me and Dean killed him. "Bruce moved away." "No, he didn't. I remember he lives with me.! Did you send some strangers to get me?!"
I felt a single tear roll down my cheek as she begin to panic. I stand up from my chair and walk out. I slammed the door without thinking and walk to the closest restroom. Gosh... I don't know how to take this... I knew I shouldn't have let her go by herself ! Fuck! I slam the stall door and I sigh loudly.
"Sammy? You in here?" I hear Dean say. "Uh yeah. What's up?" I open the stall door and Dean approaches me. "She's taking a nap right now before a test... but I explained to her about the Bruce situation, as nicely as possible." "How come she remembered him huh? How can someone remember their abuser and or their torturer and not the one that helped them get back on their feet?! HUH?"
Dean places his hands on my shoulders and he looks at me. I didn't realize I was crying until he handed me a paper towel. This was too much for me to handle. I hadn't seen her in weeks and the first time I do, she doesn't even remember my name. After cooling off a little and walking back, I couldn't get rid of that awful feeling in my stomach. It seemed so weird to me that the strongest girl I know isn't there anymore... "Sammy... we'll get her memory back. I promise."
***
Not too long after, Y/N was cleared to go home. She was a little hesitant on going home with us but she felt more comfortable with Dean. It made me feel upset that my partner doesn't remember who I am and doesn't want to anywhere near me. Dean noticed my uncomfortableness and reassured me. Getting out of the Chevy, Dean smiles and says, "Welcome home Y/N." "It's lovely Dean. But I don't live here. I live in Maine," she replies.
"Y/N-" I cut myself off. I bit my lip slightly and she looks at me. Dean shakes his head and we all head inside. How desperate I was to say who I was and why she lives here but, I can't. It will cause her stress. "Your home back in Maine was burned down. But you were living with your Uncle Bobby," Dean says. "Oh yeah. South Dakota. Sorry, I'm just a little out of it." "It's okay."
Y/N heads to the couch and lays down. Dean brings her dirty clothes to the washer and I place a fleece blanket over her. As soon as I walked away, I could hear her snore. Poor baby.
