Paper Cranes

Floating.

He was floating somewhere in this dreamlike state. Everything slipped by him like he wasn't even there. His mind was suspended somewhere above his body, detatched. He couldn't feel himself moving through this too bright hospital, past these faceless people. He saw only fragmented images, pictures flashing in his minds eye; Cole's angry face, his own dirty, unlaced shoes, the bland nurse at the front desk, and Grace.

Grace.

Grace was everywhere and nowhere in his mind, there one second and gone the next in this slow motion race against time.

He barely felt it when Cole let go of his arm and stopped moving, but he kept going, drifting along with an invisible breeze. It blew him to a seat at the window, where he sank slowly down into what his disconnected mind assumed was a sitting position. But even though his body knew it wasn't moving, his head was spinning. The slideshow in his mind played over and over again. Him, Grace, the bookstore, her room, her car… He saw every moment they had ever had, and all the time they didn't get. And now she lay somewhere in this hospital, pale and weak and dying.

He felt something twist in his gut.

Sam blinked and tried to focus on something other than the thought of Grace in that hospital room. Outside the window, the world was bleak and gray. A flock of birds flew across the sky, and he couldn't help but think of the paper cranes hanging in his room.

It occurred to him that he was now a paper crane. Floating, swaying, existing all alone but still surrounded by others just like him. He was a remainder, a reminder of a better time. A time filled with color and laughs and happy. Now he was hanging by a thread, clinging desperately to the past because he had no future without it.

"Sam." Isabel's voice tugged at him to return to reality, but he resisted.

"Sam." Isabel barked at him. "Go get us some coffee."

Reluctantly, he got up and made his way over to get some coffee. Shuffling back to them, he slowly sank back into reality. Everything became sharper, stinging. Now he could see the faces of everyone he passed, make out the smudges on the shiny white floor, smell the harsh chemicals of the hospital.

As he neared Isabel and Cole, Sam started to pick up on their conversation. They were talking about Grace. Grace! The slideshow started up again, but he pushed it back. He needed to see.

"What's wrong with Grace is the same thing that killed that wolf that you and Grace found," he said to Isabel as he set down the coffee. His voice sounded far away.

"That smell is just too distinctive. It's the same thing."

Slowly their plan came together, and this paper crane left its string behind and sailed into the unknown.

A.N: The next installment of my self made prompt, Prompt. this chapters words was Suspended. Sorry that it took so long, I hope to have the next chapter ready sooner :p Wow I just realized that this is the first story I've done from a Sam POV. Hope it turned out ok. This chapter was based on Linger, hopefully I didn't spoil it for any of you guys! Hope you guys enjoy, please read and review!

I say hope alot. :p