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Day 7: 5:00 pm

Jake just informed me that Dr. Green had left again. I am outraged. What is wrong with the man. He didn't even think of checking up on his most prized patient? And come on! It is common courtesy to return calls, especially when I had called him exactly 23 times since yesterday evening. On his emergency number. I don't even know how many times Jake and the others had called.

Jake came sat beside me. He had been very helpful and hadn't even taken a break since yesterday evening. He rested his head on the couch and stared at me openly. He thought I wasn't looking - I had been staring at the wall clock since the past half an hour.. It was nearly five pm now..

I grew very uncomfortable and pulled my scarf closer.

"I still haven't screamed at you for what you did the other day! Don't test your luck.." I said, without moving my eyes from the clock. He quickly looked away and pretended to take a nap. I rolled my eyes..

Day Four 7:10 pm

Jake was sitting in a tiny semi-circular couple's booth which was far away from the crowd and very private. I frowned as I made my way to him. Even though he was twitching a lot, many girls over by the bar were eyeing him. He was really handsome I suppose, with extra broad shoulders and a cute boyish face. He looked exceptionally good - um.. hot in the loose black shirt he was wearing untucked over dark blue denims, his short dark hair messed up sexily.. That's the second time today, love, I reminded myself. Maybe I was having a bad case of staying-virgin-for-too-long. Strikeout the maybe.

He sighed in relief when he saw me. I could see three empty beer bottles on the table, and a glass of whiskey he was nursing. Okay. So this was going to be one mental conversation.

He was sitting at one end of the maroon semi-circular seat, in front of a giant window with open blinds. I sat at the other end, directly in front of him.

"Hello.. You look really tired.." I said as I shrugged my bag and jacket off, taking in the darkness that had started showing under his clear grey eyes.

He struggled with words, fidgeting and stared helplessly at his glass which he was holding so tight that his knuckles had turned extra-white. Six minutes passed. I raised an eyebrow.

"Look at me." I ordered. He had completely refused to look anywhere even near me as he fidgeted.

He did, slowly, almost flinching when his eyes met mine. He closed his eyes quickly, let out the breath he was holding in and then stared at the wall behind me and swallowed hard. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Calm down.." I said softly, staring at his face and removing the glass of whiskey gently from his grip. He nodded.

A red head with bright green eyes, few years older than me, came up and asked for our order, I looked at Jake. He shook his head. "Two medium chicken burgers and two chocolate shakes" I said. She smiled and left.

I looked at Jake, who was shredding a paper napkin now, twitching again, still staring at the wall behind my head. I took the napkin from his hands, balled it up and put it into the glass of whiskey. His hands were very cold.

Now he was watching the tissue-ball soak up the whiskey and melt..

I narrowed my eyes. He had to talk. Now. He was wasting both our times.

It was nearly 7:35. I texted Wendy to remain in Alien's room till 9:00.

Mahn. This was going to take time.

"You know I am on duty right now, Jake, don't you?" I said, folding my arms across my chest and sitting up straighter. He nodded, and after a few attempts, he started talking to the salt-dispenser.

"D-Don't interrupt me when I s-say it.. or I will not be able to start a-again.. I don't think I am sure if I'll know any a-answers either.. " I nodded, not sure if he saw.

"I-I think he is driving me mad.. I haven't slept a-at all since the night I was a-assigned to him.. When.. When my shift had ended that first morning, the hand-print on his shoulder.." he glanced at me, I nodded at him to go on.

"..it had caught my eye and I had such an uncontrollable u-urge to touch it.." he spat out the last two words harshly, cradling his head in his hands almost regretfully and continued on, ".. and when I did.. I know it will sound so mental.. b-but.. I-I had a.. a.. v-vision.." my eyes grew wide, I could related to the uncontrollable urge he was talking about, but a Vision?

"He was there in it, and looked.. like an a-angel, with wings and all.. He kept saying that Erika Keeper should help me at all costs.." he paused to take a breath, looking at me as if I was about to interrupt. I was. But he started off again before I could say anything.

I was sitting like an expressionless statue by now.. WHAT was one supposed to say to something like that? Was I even supposed to believe what he was saying?

And I swear I would have called the mental-care-center by now to admit Jake, if I hadn't experienced touching the burn myself..

"..I had thought at that time, that ultimately my excitement was getting the better of me, and dismissed the matter, but I kept dreaming about the whole incident and the vision every time I tried to sleep.. I went back the next night and just to prove myself wrong, I-I touched it a-again. There was such a blinding flash of light in the room that I thought my eyes were punctured.. " he shuddered at the memory.

"I have a really bad headache ever since and the dreams wont go.." he trailed off as the pretty red head came towards us, placed our orders on the table, and took away the wasted beer bottles and the whiskey glass, smiling encouragingly at us the whole time. I frowned, maybe to an outsider we must have looked like a couple on their first date. I scoffed mentally.

Jake looked like he was trying not to puke while he stared at his burger. I took a small bite and said, "Eat, its really good.. it will help." He bit into it and started chewing slowly, frowning hard at the burger every few seconds. We ate in silence. I observed him.

A vision.. I thought slowly as I tried to wrap the idea around my head.. you mean random images that showed Alien as an angel? Alien, oh fine, John. Or John was telepathic and had placed them in Jake's head. Or someone else had placed them in Jake's head. Or, wait. Did I say telepathic? And did I say someone placed images in someone else's brains? Was I loony? Or was Jake finally going loony? Or maybe he had a very random, very vivid dream, because he was thinking too much about John being an alien. Or he was daydreaming with too much caffeine in his system.. or opiates.. I stopped that thought.

I needed stop watching/reading sci-fi too. Telepathic. Really.

And I was to help John at all costs? I didn't know what to make of that at all. I was helping him at the cost of my sanity, wasn't I..?

He was experiencing the headache too, my own headache increased at the reminder - no aspirin, paracetamol or mefenamic acid had helped..

I could see Jake still struggling with something, looking everywhere and then at me repeatedly.. I guessed it was the part he was extra-scared of, because he had broken out into a sweat..

"Hey.. " I said softly, and he looked at me.. with pity? What? Why?!

"Do you want something else, some ice-cream.. ?" the pretty red-head had returned to clear away our plates.

"Later, maybe." I smiled, pointing to our untouched chocolate shakes.

"You, dear?" she asked Jake. He just shook his head politely.

"God! Spit it out, Jake!" I said harshly as soon she had disappeared. I had crossed my arms and legs tightly and was sitting ram-rod straight again, nearly pouting at him. All his twitching and nodding and staring at walls, whiskey glasses and empty plates was about to make me a nervous wreck too. I was going to start twitching violently myself if he did not say what he wanted to. It was nearly 8:15. I had decided to walk away at 8:45, with or without knowing what he had to say. I was the one who was assigned to John, after all, not Wendy.

He was startled at my tone, but started talking with more resolution, still staring at the wall behind me.

"You must have seen the larger cuts on his body have healed. I was there when it happened."

I cocked my head to one side, and he continued, "It was 4 am, he was asleep, but muttering things in some language I didn't understand.. but the sound of the words.. they vibrated deep in my bones.." his eyes glazed over for fraction of a second and he paused and inhaled deeply.

"I was alone in the room, watching him from behind the desk.. when.. " he stopped. I raised an eyebrow impatiently. He slowly moved his eyes to look into mine. As I straightened up further, eager to hear what had happened next, he whispered, ".. when I saw.. there was a golden-ish light coming out from beneath his bandages.."

My eyes went wide.. I could not believe what I was hearing! I couldn't move a muscle either.

We just stared at each other.

I bet he was wondering whether he had done enough damage, for me to hand him over to mental-care.

I knew what I was wondering - if I should hand Myself over to mental-care. Or go to an ENT. WAS I even hearing right? Or if I was hearing right, was I processing it right? I think I had stopped processing altogether.

"And that's not the worst part of it.." he said softly.

I did not thinking I could widen my eyes more without pulling a few muscles.

I closed my eyes, and exhaled loudly, nodding at him to continue. There was something worse than magical healing golden lights. Wow.

"It had stopped by the time I had ran over to his bed. I had immediately called Nurse Molly and we had removed the bandages. There was just a very ugly scar at both the places, I examined them and bandaged him up quickly again - I wanted to let you know first." he gestured at me feebly, but continued, "I sent Molly to page for a check-up - both our pagers had died! She was gone, when I had leaned over him to check the I. V. and accidentally the burn came into contact with my thumb!" he said hysterically as he rubbed hard at the skin near his left thumb nail.

"He - you - " Jake cleared his throat loudly.

"I had a vision again.. He was there. But so were you." he whispered by the last word. His eyes were filled with fear, sadness and awe.. and.. something else, I couldn't figure what, as he looked at me almost ..reverently..?

I was blinking rapidly. Oh, this cant be good! I uncrossed my arms and reached for the chocolate shake with shaky hands. He followed and leaned on the table, his elbows resting flat on the dark polished wood.

I wanted to walk away, not sure why I was even listening to all this anyway. Or letting it affect me so much much. I felt so numb inside.

"What did you see?" I asked a few cold and soothing sips later. He had been staring moodily into his shake as he toyed with the straw.

"I saw.." he sighed heavily and laid his head back on the seat with a thump. He looked almost angry as he started talking really fast, his eyes scanning the ceiling. "I saw you and.. him eating together in a house. You kept calling him Dean.. Dean Winchester.. Then the scene changed, there was a snow storm outside and - " he closed his eyes, regulated his breathing and continued, "you were sleeping in his arms in a.. very strange room. Then there was a yellow car and a really tall, dark haired man who was dining with the both of you.. This new man - h-he desired you.. you d-desired him too.." he paused, I was clutching my drink, frowning very hard. The headache pounded behind my eyes with a vengeance.

He continued on with his highly impossible descriptions..

"Then there was a different scene, both you and JD were angels - with wings and halos.. one moment you were going to kiss him.. the next you.. y-you lay dead in his arms, your wings crumbling away, your halo gone and s-someone kept s-saying 'Dean, she was not your destiny' and he c-cried and kept yelling out your name.." he finished, his eyes still closed. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead into his hair.

I was sitting up really straight, unmoving, staring at Jake, but shivers were playing havoc down my spine. I think, I had stopped breathing a long time ago.

WHAT THE FUCK.

FUCK. Fuck. F-U-C-K.

My mind raced through every detail he had provided, dismissing each one with a rational explanation. Me and John/Dean eating in a house together? Nope. Not possible. Why would we be in the same house?! Same for 'sleeping in his arms'. I didn't know of any 'strange rooms' and we din't have snow storms in this area, and I hadn't planned any vacations to snowy places. Ever..

Neither did I know of any yellow cars or very tall men with dark hair.

I nearly laughed out, when I thought of the next part - me, an angel? I certainly never had NOR have wings or halos, and there was no reason for me to lay dying in John's arms, OR for him to cry over me. Only possible explanation was, maybe we were in a play together or something.. ? I had been thinking of taking acting lessons a few months back..

But a stupid voice in my head floated in, saying, "that is why they are called visions, stupid.. if they haven't happened yet, they will happen in the future.." I shut it down. No more Sci-fi for me, definitely. But Jake.. is that why he was looking at me 'reverently' earlier in the evening? He thought I was some kind of.. angel? Was that why he was doing exactly what I was ordering him to do throughout the evening?

It had been several minutes, now, nearly 9:10 pm. I was at a complete loss for what to say, or do, or think for that matter. Suddenly, I was worried about Wendy. If something had happened, Wendy would have called, I assured myself.. but what if something had happened to Wendy, my mind retorted cruelly.. but I still couldn't make myself move..

Jake had opened his eyes a few minutes back and was now staring morosely at a lamp-like thing beside me, which had rainbow colored bubbles moving inside it. He was hyperventilating.

Maybe touching the burn somehow injected hallucinants in your system, I thought randomly.. it made more sense than any other theory.

I looked at the leaves dancing against the glass window behind Jake's seat.

'..Dean, she was not your destiny..'

My mind repeated the words, and suddenly, I knew what to do. It was his destiny, not mine. Visions were not confirmations at all.. the future was always unknown.. visions were just Indicators of what Might happen..

And what the hell - - I did not believe in destiny. Suddenly, I felt nearly embarrassed for being so worried.. who was I to control anything, except my own life? And who were destiny and a stranger - who induced-crappy-visions-in-innocent-people-And-heal-in-record-time, to control my life?!

I huffed. Jake jerked and stared at me. He had taken the visions too seriously and even managed to scare me with all the fidgeting and morose staring, like I was already long dead. Maybe he was an EXTREMELY sensitive person, or.. the visions must have been too real for him to get so very upset..

"Its not a death sentence you know" I said carefully, locking my gaze with his and smiling tentatively I knew my face was THE picture of calmness as I spoke. He took one look at it and the she-has-lost-her-mind expression appeared on his face. He had thought I'd be scared or freaked. I was. But he didn't need to know that.

"Look.. I am not doubting what you saw, Jake.. but these.. 'visions' can change and I might not die.. and everybody dies Jake, whether its today or tomorrow or when they grow angel wings.." I joked.

He looked at my face, as if searching for something, "Angels are not supposed to die.." he said very quietly, and looked away.

I frowned, now confused.. he was worried that angels might die..? He was having 'visions' for God's sake, he shouldn't be worried about angels dying!

Maybe he was a religious person and I had offended him.. this whole situation was very.. Oh! I don't know what! It felt like my world was changing because of this stupid John Kirk and his seriously weird biological tendencies.

Jake had given me all the facts, but none of his opinions. I wanted to know what he thought about all this. I knew he was very scared and very fascinated, but he had none of the energy and excitement that used to twinkle in his eyes all the time. I wanted to help, if I could. I calculated. I was two years older than him, five years senior at work, I wondered if we could be friends, if it was at all appropriate.. I am seriously weird.. I don't know why I think so much..

I moved in my seat and sat next to him. I turned his face towards me, he stiffened at the nearness.

"I know I have been very strict with you.. do you think we can leave the professionalism back at the hospital and be friends?" I asked simply.

He frowned, studied my face for a long time, but nodded.

"So will you tell me what's bothering you..?" I asked.

He thought for a while, then slowly took my left hand and gently unbuttoned the leather-strap-accessory I had been wearing to hide the black bruise in shape of a hand print. He rotated my forearm and looked at it intently.. I wondered if he had seen a vision about this too. I watched him as he examined my wrist.

"They say you have been chosen by him." he said finally strapping the leather back softly. I took back my hand.

"Who says that?"

"Everyone. Everyone at the hospital knows about how he didn't let go of your wrist.. What if he has chosen you, what if all these visions are true? I.. I worry about you. I do not want anything to happen to you and these-these visions..!" he inhaled sharply.

"I - You are one of the best doctors here and I have grown to admire you and - a-and I have grown to care for you.. " he rushed on, his eyes wide, flushing darkly. He looked away again, clearly embarrassed.

I raised my eyebrows. So.. he had a crush on me? He was 'worried about me' and did not want 'anything to happen to me'..? I frowned mentally. Aaand he was having visions of other men 'desiring' me. I rolled my eyes at the situation. I had been nothing but strict with this boy, we weren't close enough for him to be 'worried about me'.. Now I was worried about this situation..

I patted his arm, "Nothing is going to happen to me or anyone.. as soon as this - this - JD, is healed, he will be off on his way and we, on ours. Even these visions will stop.. " I said, checking my watch. It was 9:30 already.

"And I know you are worried about me.. friends worry about each other.. " I added softly.

He was still looking in the other direction, but a big frown had formed on his face as I had spoken the last sentence.. I prayed to God for another vision. Or flickering lights. Or high pitch sounds. Anything was better than turning someone down. I should have remained professional. WHY did I suggest friendship!

WAIT.

I had suggested Friendship, HE was messing this up, he was going wayyyy too fast.

I shifted a little away from him, pulling my drink towards me.

"I am sorry, Jake.. but I don't date.." I said miserably. He just shook his head.

He gathered himself up real fast after that though, and signaled the red head for the bill. We both finished our shakes, I kept looking at my watch.

"Go." he said softly, I could hear an undercurrent of some emotions in his voice - anger being the foremost, "I'll pay and join you, its nearly my shift now.. "

Was he going to murder John in his sleep tonight? I had a different idea.

"I am going call him Dean Winchester suddenly and see if he reacts in any way." I announced. Jake narrowed his eyes at me and listened with interest. "He talked a little with me today.. or tried to.. even his scars were gone by the time I had arrived, so I had ordered a check-up again. He started speaking after I finished examining his eyes.. at first, he was speaking some other language - the bone-vibrating language, and didn't realize it.. He had a big fit when he figured out it wasn't English. We had to tranquilize him. Later, in the evening, he typed out texts on my phone and told me his name was John Kirk, he was from Oklahoma and wanted to have a cheeseburger." I concluded.

He just nodded.

"So.. you want to be around when I do it?" I asked carefully.

He frowned, "Do what?"

"Call him Dean?"

"No." he said firmly and started staring moodily at the lamp again.

I grabbed my bag and jacket and got out of the booth, placing a few dollars on the table. He looked down at them, and then into my eyes.. his own eyes, burning with more anger than the situation demanded. I ignored it.

"My treat!" I said and turned to leave, when he got up swiftly, caught my right arm and jerked me towards him. He was holding me tightly against his body before I could even blink an eye. His face was buried in the crook of my neck and his hands were resting just below my neck and around my waist, leaving no space for me to even squirm out. I stiffened up like a statue.

WhatTheHELL.

"Please.. please be careful, Erika.." he had murmured softly into my ear, as soon as he had pulled me into his arms.

Oh yes I will be. Around you? DEFINITELY.

I tried pushing him away.

"Okay. But I don't think this is appropriate at all, Jake.." I said, my voice muffled against his neck. He had been lightening fast to hug me, but was not showing any signs of letting go. My body was squashed hard up against him, I shoved at his sides again, trying to break his hold.

"I think its very appropriate.." he whispered as he ran his nose down my neck and tightened his arms further, but let me go immediately, just in time to see a blush creep down my cheeks.

He smiled mischievously, the twinkle returning to his eyes.

So.. he was not going to back off. I wasn't used to this. When I said no, no one approached twice.

I wanted to slap him. Hard. I hated myself for blushing. I felt naive and young, i.e., foolish in short. But I had heard genuine concern in his voice when he had asked me to be careful, so I just threatened him before I left.

"Don't try that again with me, you will be pushing your luck very far!" I said loudly enough for him to feel threatened, but softly enough for no one else to hear.

He just smiled. Sweetly. With an amused glint in his eyes. What a psycho.

I rolled my eyes and walked out, receiving a wink and smile from the red head. It was exactly 10 pm.

I ground my teeth as I walked towards John's room.

The blasted thing had the audacity to be amused. And to smile. What-A-Psychopath , I thought again.

I was just going to walk into the room, and fume some more, when I saw Wendy through the glass in the door, inches away from placing her palm on the burn. I gasped out aloud. I was torn between stopping her and letting her continue, to see if she was affected too.

But she had already placed her palm, first this way, then that way, then removed it and placed it back again, then she adjusted his covers and sat on the chair beside his bed. I sighed in relief and entered. Nothing had happened. At least externally. I wondered how to ask her if something had happened in her head, without sounding crazy.

Wendy started talking as soon as she saw me enter and told me that he had eaten and fallen asleep by eight. I studied her. She din't seem horrified or flustered in anyway. I thanked and dismissed her.

All my things were packed anyway, I sat on the couch and waited for Jake to show up.

I looked at John sleeping peacefully. There were no new reports, except X-rays, the other labs were late today, and there hadn't been any sign of Dr. Greene either. John's arm and ankle still remained broken.

A mixture of outrage and embarrassment filled me soon. I sucked at physicality. I hadn't received a hug in years and never so.. thoroughly anyway..

with my ex-s, it used to be extremely awkward and over in less than a second.. and not to mention - extremely unsatisfying. It used to be more like a bump than a hug.. I giggled a little at the memories. I was such an immature git back then, thinking I was so much in love. Now I knew better - love was just excess oxytocin in your blood.

But Jake.. was so.. warm..? And I felt so.. um.. I had felt like I needed to melt asap. Right into him. WhatTheF.

I didn't believe that I was admitting that I had nearly liked it..!

No. There was nothing to like.

A part of me was really angry because it knew the hug was completely uncalled for. The kinder part of me argued that maybe he really cared about me and wanted to show it.. But this was not the way to show it, another spat back. Maybe not for you, but he is not as socially retarded as you are..

I had nothing to do, except stare at the wall clock, as parts of my brain fought each other.

The door opened and Jake walked in. He thanked me for waiting and went over to sit behind the desk. He was behaving indifferently. I mentally sighed in relief. He looked over by the bed fearfully once, then started scribbling something thoughtfully.

He was afraid that he might experience something abnormal again. I was guessing that he must have really freaked out and bolted in the morning without any thoughts, except to get away from John.

I reached home, showered and fell asleep like a log, waking up just once or twice because of blinding lights.. it had been a very long day.

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