Chapter Four:
The holes in the teal coloured wool blurred into hazy lines, seeing double as the glassy tears altered her vision, the only break in the optical illusion came when she blinked, forcing the tears to form into a drop that trickled down her cheek. Silently and alone, Maggie sat up in the hospital bed, her mind which was a few minutes ago filled with all sorts of questions had now settled in a thoughtless blank, staring down at the standard issue blankets and sheets that covered her legs. Her arms fell gently onto her lap, cotton white bandages wrapped all the way down, over her palm tucked and fastened under her thumb, the white material almost camouflaged her pale skin, hiding the painful gashes that ran down in an almost perfect line.
As she sat in silence, she could hear two sets of footsteps approach her room, without lifting her gaze; they stopped in the doorway before stepping softly into the small room,
"Hey Mags'" Sam greeted his sister, pushing the discussion he and Lola had just had ten minutes before, to the back of his mind,
"Hey Sam." Maggie whispered, finally meeting his gaze, her hazel browns sparkling with the watery edge of tears,
"How are you feeling?" Lola asked sweetly, stroking her friend's shoulder, smiling weakly,
"Fine." She lied, licking her dry lips, avoiding the auburn haired girl's gaze,
"Maggie Tyler?" Just at that moment, a petite middle-aged woman entered the room, causing the three friends to lift their heads to the doorway,
"Yeah." The twenty two year old answered, her throat sore as she spoke,
"Hi my name is Talia Weaver, if its okay with you I'd like to have a talk with you." The soft spoken woman smiled, a black clip board and document folder tucked under her arm, Taking Maggie's small shrug of her shoulders as a reply, the raven haired doctor approached the bed, only to have Lola step in front of her, "Cant this wait till later, she's been through a lot." The red head looked the stranger up and down taking in her suited appearance noticing the badge that read 'psychiatric department', clipped onto the pocket of her pinstriped black blazer,
"That's why I'm here, I'm only here to talk." The forty-something reassured, flicking her curly black locks behind her shoulder as she pulled up a chair beside the bed, "Now Maggie, in you own words, can you tell me what happened last night?"
"Maybe we should wait down the hall." Sam suggested, moving towards the door, sensing the tension building between his hotheaded friend and the psychiatrist,
"No I want to stay, I'm not going to leave…"
"I did this to myself." Maggie suddenly blurted out, putting an end to Lola's defensive rant,
"Can you tell me why?" The female doctor asked carefully,
"I was…I've had enough with everything." The young brunet lied, her voice low and soft as she avoided the glances of her onlookers,
"Maggie…" Sam breathed, saddened by his sister's revelation, deep down he never really believed that she would do this to herself, he wanted so much to be proved wrong,
"I couldn't find any razors so I broke the mirror and…cut my arm." Tears rolled down her cheeks, although the account she was giving to the others was somewhat different, she couldn't help but re live the terrifying events over in her mind, unable to shake the cold unfeeling look on Dean's face,
"No…Maggie, I know you, tell me the truth who did this to you." Lola dismissed, her deep blue eyes defiant, "I know that no matter how bad things got, you would not do this to yourself,
"You don't know me, not really…" Maggie croaked, unable to look her in the eye, she didn't want to push her friend away but she knew it was the best thing, for both of them, terrified by the unpredictable state of mind that Dean was in,
"Please just go." She begged, sliding down into the covers, curling up into a defensive ball like a scared child,
"Maggie." Sam shook his head,
"Go!" Maggie snapped raising her voice,
Finally the well dressed doctor rose to her feet, aware that she had outstayed her welcome, she left the room, pausing before the door way, waiting for Sam and Lola to join her, leaving Maggie in an emotional mess.
"I think it may been prudent to put her on suicide watch, keep her in for a few more days." The doctor began, keeping her voice low so that Maggie could not hear, Lola on the other and was not so tactful,
"No…no way, you are not going to dumb her up with a load of drugs that are only going to make her worse!" Raising her voice, the hot headed twenty something jumped to her friend's defence,
"Lola." Sam tried to calm her down but was brushed aside again and again,
"Miss Griffyn try to understand…" Doctor Weaver interjected, "…your friend is obviously in a fragile and emotional state and very often in cases like hers, their state of mind can be unpredictable."
"I'll show you unpredictable." Lola spat, moving forward but only to be held back by Sam, "Maybe you should go back to the hotel, you haven't slept in hours." He suggested, "No I'm not going anywhere, Maggie needs me." Lola shook her head defiantly,
"I'm going to talk to her physician, see what he thinks would be the best course of action for miss Tyler." Doctor Weaver sighed, "But I will say, she's very lucky to have passionate friends looking out for her." And with that, the thirty something turned down the hall, the clock of her kitten heals echoing with every step, before turning the corner out of sight.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Lola finally began to calm down, she looked up at Sam who returned her glance with a concerned frown, keeping his distance knowing that the best thing to do was give Lola her space,
"I'm sorry Sam, but something's not right, she's hiding something." She sighed, frustrated and determined to get to the bottom of what was going on.
"I'm going to head back to the motel, see where Dean has got to." He replied, glancing back at his sister, still curled up on in her bed, before turning back to Lola, "Are you going to be okay to stay here with Maggie?"
The red head nodded in reply, smiling at Sam weakly before he made his way down the long corridor. Returning a wave to the tall hunter, Lola spun round and walked back into the small hospital room, sitting down next to Maggie on the soft mattress.
The young twenty something remained silent, her chocolate brown waves flattened and dull as they fell over the white cotton gown which gently covered her shoulders, Lola was about to break the silence with words of comfort when a familiar face stepped into the doorway, "Maggie?"
Both girls turned their heads towards the door, recognising the young doctor almost immediately,
"Hi I'm doctor Tom Woods, I treated your brother the other day."
"Yes of course, hi." Lola greeted, extending a hand to the male doctor who took it with a smile and a nod,
"I was going to call your brother when I saw your name on the board." Maggie looked down at her bandaged hands, unable to look the friendly doctor in the eye,
"Is your brother here?" The light hared medic asked, changing the subject having judged from the expression on Maggie's face that she did not want to talk about the reason for her being admitted,
"He went back to the hotel we're staying at." Lola informed, returning to her perch at the edge of the hospital bed,
"Well I have the results from his blood tests here and I wanted to discuss them with him."
"Why what's wrong?" The auburn haired huntress asked with a concerned frown,
"I can't really say, doctor/ patient confidentiality and all that."
"Well if you want me to call and get him back here, then you're going to have to tell me." Lola insisted sternly, the young doctor raised his eyes to the ceiling, slightly unnerved by the young woman's confidence, licking his lips before beginning his explanation,
"We have reason to believe that he has been poisoned as we found traces of sulphur in his blood…"
"Sulphur." Lola interrupted, her voice low and stern, "Are you sure?" Maggie finally said, looking at the doctor with a worried yet hopeful gaze, this meant that Dean really want himself, he really didn't want to kill her.
"Yes we ran the tests twice and I analyzed the sample myself just to be sure."
"Oh god." Lola breathed, holding a hand up to her forehead, rubbing the bridge of her nose before looking back up at the slim built man,
"Thank you doctor, I'll call him right now."
"Alright, but tell him he's going to have to come back in for further blood tests." Doctor Woods nodded, and with a feint smile he left the room,
"So that's why he did it." Maggie whispered to herself,
"Did what?…Maggie what is it?" Lola pressed, looking at her frail friend with a frown,
"Dean…he did this to me." The brunette finally revealed, looking up at Lola who looked back, her bright blues brimming with shock,
"…He said that if I told you he'd kill me, that's why I lied to you, Lola I'm sorry."
"It's okay…we just need to find him before…oh god."
"What?" Maggie frowned before realization hit,
"Sam." They both exclaimed in unison, before Lola jumped off the bed, snatching her bag from the floor, "Stay here okay, see if you can call Dean's cell…" She instructed, pausing in the doorway, "I'll call Sam from my truck."
"Right…be careful." Maggie called after her friend before picking up the receiver of the hospitals bedside phone.