4
Carlton sat in the waiting area nearest the ICU. Two powerful auras, both mostly human caught his attention. Two men, presumably brothers, judging by their smell, stood waiting in matching plaid looking for their uncle Bobby. The blonde nurse looked at the two grimly and led them away.
He caught a glance of a old-timey pistol in the shorter man's waist band and he recognized it immediately as the Colt. He feared these two could prove to be trouble if he wasn't careful.
"Family of Shawn Roddick?" Lassie's ears perked at the sound of the alias. He looked at short and stocky nurse, her chocolate brown eyes stared sympathetically into his, her chubby face pulling into a comforting smile. Her name was Abby according to the name tag.
"I'm his uncle, Tom Roddick. Can I see him?" He hoped the nurse would buy it, for extra measure he let his face show his concern and anxiety.
"Alright Tom, Shawn's right this way. You're lucky to get him here when you did. Poor boy had internal bleeding near the colon. If you'd waited, he would have been 6 feet under." She placed a comforting hand on the older man's shoulder. He smiled awkwardly, trying to shake her hand off quietly.
"Is he awake?"Abby shook her head in the affirmative and nudged him to walk with her.
Halfway down the hallway, he ran into the two from earlier. They were leaning against the bed old man in a bed, gauze wrapped around his head.
Recognition flashed in the back of his head. Was that Bobby Singer? He felt a moment of sorrow as the two hovered silently over the other hunter. It had been ages since he last saw the man with John Winchester, he didn't even recognize him laying there. While Singer wasn't dead, his clock was counting down and Lassiter sensed that his time was almost up. With a twitch he sent some of his demonic energy towards the prone man, hoping it would be enough to give him his last words. He watched as old eyes fluttered opened, and then he moved on…like he always did.
He heard the blaring tones as the heart monitor no longer registered a pulse. Abby look for the most part unaffected by the elder man's death.
She paused momentarily outside the ICU room, "He's a little incoherent right now from the morphine, but he's awake. Regular visiting hours still apply, 45 minutes per guest. I won't kick you out, but you need to let him rest." Abby's withered face pulled in a small smile, hoping to convey a message.
"Yes, of course…" What of insurance? He hadn't faked insurance coverage since the 1850's, he was more than a little rusty. Both he blocked out the blaring alarm from the room next door, Shawn's number was not up, not yet. And that's all that mattered.
Shawn was in and out for three days, if only he was a demon that could heal... The air in the hospital was making Carlton antsy, the longer they stayed, the more electrified it became. The second night they were there, he watched as those two boys took off with Bobby's body in the dead of the night. Mildly impressed at the elder one's stealth. The same couldn't said of the younger brother, he had as much grace as a moose. He could sense immense power from both of them though, light and dark—they both had a purpose, of that he was sure.
He turned his attention back on Spencer. The boy was as pale as the bed he was lying on, but his vitals had improved drastically from the day before last. As soon as he woke up, they were going to have to run. He's been on CCTV cameras too long for his liking and he's pretty sure the blonde nurse was possessed.
The morning of the third day was a bright and sunny Monday morning, but Carlton felt particularly agitated. Something was about to go down if they didn't get out of there soon.
"Come on, Shawn. You need to wake up." He sighed, when he only had light puffs of air as a response.
"Good morning, Mr. Roddick. Anything?" Abby came in with a cart. "No, nothing." Carlton bent and stretched his spine. She waddled quickly to Shawn's side, doing various physical tests.
"Good iris contraction…reflexes are fine. Let's see how your side is doing, shall we?" She pulled up the shirt to see a hand print scorched onto his side, she frowned at the sight of it. Still pink and blistering, she applied a cold compress to it, then dousing the burn with water, clearing away the puss and blood from the wound.
She began to hum a soft gospel tune, much to Lassiter's annoyance. While her singing was beautiful, an annoying buzz filtered into his ears, but he remained silent as she finished.
"Despite the horrific burn to his side, he is almost good as new. I'll let Doctor Murser know and Shawnie-boy here will be given something to make him less drowsy." True to her word, Abby had gotten the Doc to get him off the meds by noon. Shawn still drug addled smiled lazily, blabbing about incoherent things...Carlton wondered if Shawn had regressed to a two year old. He supposed he could get away with a nap until Shawn sobered up a little more.
Four hours pass and hazel eyes crack open. Shawn felt like he had the biggest hangover, like ever. He looked up into the hallway and saw a pretty nurse at the station. She glanced at him coldly, her eyes nearly a coal black, he suppressed a tense, but began shaking Lassiter's leg.
"Lass…Lassie" Carlton had been resting in the side chair when Shawn made his first coherent word in three days. He jumped to his feet at the sound of Shawn's voice. The blonde nurse stopped dead in her tracks outside the room, just standing and waiting to pounce.
"Shawn, we need to get out of here." Shawn weakly nodded before his head flopped back onto the bed, there were still drugs in his system...dammit. "Dammit Spencer." Gritting his teeth, he shifted himself and Shawn out to the car. Lights outside the hospital started to go haywire and dark presences started filtering into the hospital as soon as his butt touched the leather seat.
Just in the nick of time. He sighed in relief momentarily before huffing in annoyance. That familiar habit nervously checking over his shoulder when things got too quiet, while it was useful he could never relax. He took one look at Shawn, who was struggling to keep his eyes open, and turned the engine over and went on the road again.
Back in the hospital, Abby was splayed out on the ground, throat slit and blood gushing into a black bowl. The blonde nurse stood over her callously as she spoke, "My king, Cain and the human escaped. Abaddon is still trapped…but my lord! Yes, my lord, I understand." With a sigh of annoyance, and a gust of energy, the demon ejected itself from the nurse, toppling her to the floor.
