Here goes the next chapter! I had some fun with this, and hope you do too. :)

After burying the older woman, Dean had wrapped the younger girl in his jacket and laid her on the back seat of the car. The rain had finally stopped, and Dean was whizzing through as fast as muddied wheels would allow him with a total disregard for stop lights or traffic regulations as his eyes scanned eagerly for any sign of a medical facility. Fortunately, there was no traffic to battle through—apparently few people bothered to block the highway at 2 am in the morning.

To his relief, he finally found a small medical center a few blocks away. His tires screeched to a halt as he recklessly parked in the first spot he found. Opening the back door, he gathered the slim woman in his arms and rushed into the front door of the hospital, roaring at the top of his voice.

"I need help NOW! Where the hell is a body supposed to go for medical attention in this damn place!"

Rolling her eyes at his language, a fat woman passing by with greasy looking hair pointed to a counter on the other side of the room where a sleepy looking middle aged clerk with outlandish spectacles was lazily sipping his coffee.

"Name?" he drawled out as he barely managed to suppressed a yawn.

"Huh?"

"Name…what's the patient's name?" asked the man impatiently as he jutted his chin towards the woman in his arms.

"Uh…"talking a quick look at her face, he realized she'd probably pass for a Mexican girl, with her black hair. "Mmm…Maria," he add-libbed as he blurted out the first Spanish name that came to his mind.

"Last name?"

What the hell. "Martinez." He said convincingly.

"Insurance company?"

"You got a Master's degree in Stupidity or something?! She's practically bleeding to death in my arms and you're standing there asking me stupid questions just to pass the time! Get her some freakin' medical attention and then ask me all the damn questions you feel like!!!" Dean spit out in frustration at the man's seeming indifference.

Seemingly unperturbed by his outburst, the clerk coolly replied, "What is your relation to the patient?"

"What the hell has that got to do with anything?"

"It's very simple. These are all routine questions that we need to answer so I can fill out a form before we admit the patient into the emergency room," he responded slowly as if speaking to a little child. He stopped to arrange his spectacles and resumed, "Now, where was I…oh yes…as I was saying…insurance company?"

"Uh…I…well…I don't know, really."

"I'm sorry but we are not allowed to admit patients unless we they have insurance. Hospital regulations." he answered in a monotone voice which sounded like a recording.

Dean was seriously contemplating laying the girl on the counter so he could reach over to punch the guy, when he was interrupted by a young medical student who had been listening to the exchange with sympathy. Sensing the flowing testosterone, she interrupted before Dean had a chance to make a scene and waved the clerk off with a warning glance.

"Sir? My name is Rosa Olvera and I think I know how we can help you," she interjected quickly with a slight Hispanic accent.

"You a doctor?" Dean asked gruffly as he suddenly turned on her.

"I'm a medical student, and I'm doing my service here in the ER section, so I'd be glad to help you get the medical attention you need."

"Well…finally somebody with half a brain cell."

"Right this way sir," she said as she briskly led the way to the ER section.

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It had been almost an hour since Dean had been sent to the waiting room, and he was going crazy, wondering if the girl was going to be all right or not. Sitting down doing nothing was not something he was good at. Hell, he needed to feel useful by DOING something…anything. Feeling responsible for the other woman's death, he determined to make it up by making sure the other girl was in good hands before he left. I'm not leaving until I get her back home…or at least find out where her family is or something.

"Sir?" Rosa asked gently.

Immediately snapping to attention, Dean stood up and fixed his eyes inquiringly on the medical student. "She gonna make it?" he asked bluntly.

"It looked worse than it actually was. Fortunately for her, she didn't have any major injuries, other than that cut on her forehead and some bad bruises and a slight case of anemia. We gave her a blood donation and they're cleaning up her wounds right now. She'll be out for a couple of hours, but with a good diet, and complete rest she should be back to normal in a week or so. However, I'm going to be fully honest with you Mr…"

"Dean…call me Dean."

"All right, Dean. As I was saying I'm going to be fully honest about her current situation; both medically and legally." Realizing he didn't fully understand she proceeded to explain.

She cleared her throat and lowered her voice to a whisper, "Are you related to the girl in any way?"

Not sure of where this was going, Dean felt unsure how to answer. "Uh…yeah…she's my …cousin."

Rosa narrowed her eyes at the obvious lie, and rolled her eyes.

"What??"

Taking a short intake of breath, she responded, "I need you trust me and tell me truth. You don't even know the girl, do you?" she accused him.

"Ok, fine…so I found her…some way from here and brought her to the first hospital I could find."

"You know, that sounds pretty far fetched. I highly doubt the cops would buy that story."

"What? You saying I did that to her? Oh yeah, makes perfect sense. So I pick up this random girl, use her for a punching bag just for fun, and then take the time to leisurely drop her off at a hospital, where incidentally, anybody could identify me," he said with sarcasm dripping off every word.

"Look, all I'm saying is we got a clear case of assault and battery here, and the only 'witness' to it is some random guy who drops her off at the hospital," she paused as she looked him over from head to toe. "Not to mention that the mentioned guy is full of blood, mud, and is displaying a unique shade of purple on his jaw. I have to fill in a report about this."

"So? Fill it in…who's stopping you? Just make sure she gets the attention she needs." he growled.

"You don't get it do you? Are you even sure she's a legal citizen?" she finally asked in exasperation.

"How the hell do I know? And what's that got to do with anything?"

"When I fill in this report…because I have to…the cops are going to have to look it over. If they find out she's not a legal citizen, they'll keep her in the hospital room for a day or two, then deport her to her country before you can say 'Hakuna Matata'," she explained.

"How do you know she's not legal?"

"I'd be surprised if she was. Southern Texas and California are always swarming with illegal aliens. And like I said, they won't think twice about deporting her."

"You gotta be freakin' kidding me? Seriously? I mean, don't they even give her some time to catch up on her beauty sleep before they ship her off to Mexico or wherever it is she's from?"

"No. They'll send a social worker within 24 hours, and I'd be surprised if she was still here by tomorrow."

Shit! Dean ran his hand through his hair, as he tried to think of what to do. "You sure sound awful easy about it, you know that?" he put in irritably in desperation.

"I'm only stating the facts. Once I finish this report, she doesn't have much of a chance," she replied without a trace of emotion on her face. "You want to see her now? She's in the last room at the end of the hallway. Pretty sure she's by herself."

Dean lifted an eyebrow questioningly at her. She trying to tell me something?

Pretending to scribble something on a notepad, Rosa turned her back slightly to him and said, "Like I said, one I finish this report she doesn't really have much time." She cleared her throat and quickly scanned the room before she continued. "We really are understaffed this season. Barely have enough people watching over all of the rooms. I wouldn't be surprised if that hallway where her room is was unsupervised. I have plenty of other patients to attend to you understand…can't keep my eye on everything."

Dean smirked, as he shook his head in disbelief. Kidnapping a patient from the ER? That's pretty insane, even for me.

"You know, you probably don't know this, but just at the end of the hallway, if you turn right, there's a back entrance that leads to the street. I'm going to get some coffee now, so don't even think of leaving this room while my back is turned, you got it?" she ordered sternly while her eyes danced with mischief.

"Wouldn't dream of it."