Chapter 7
Soon after the brothers had left Abby came to again. The sound of the beeps told her that she was still in the hospital. She looked around and found the call nurse button. A few minutes after a nurse enter the room.
"Well it is good to see you wake." The nurse said and went on to check her vitals. "How are you feeling?"
"Ok I guess." Abby replied tiredly shrugging her shoulders. The nurse nodded as she checked her blood pressure. "Hey do you think you could do me a favor?" Abby asked her.
"Well that depends on the request." The nurse removed the cuff around Abby's arm. She wrote something on her chart.
"I was wondering if you could bring me some paper and a pencil."
"Well I will see what I can do." The nurse smiled, hung the chart back on the end of the bed and left the room.
Abby snuggled back into the pillow thinking about the things that she had seen that day. She still felt really tired and her stomach was turning making her feel nauseous. But Abby knew she had to do something to help her cousins. She had to stay up to warn them. After a few minutes the nurse walked back in carrying some paper and a pencil.
"Here you go Miss Winchester." The nurse handed her the supplies she needed.
"Thank you" the nurse nodded and again left the room. Abby took up the pencil and began to draw. When she was done she looked down at the picture and found that it was the house with the beautiful garden. But it had a different look; a dead look. In the garden the flowers looked dead and two bodies lay hidden in the dead plants. She didn't see the faces of the bodies, but she knew who they were "Sam, Dean" She whispered to herself. She started to feel really dizzy again. The nausea intensified and her eyes begin to feel very heavy along with the rest of her body. The steady beeps of the machine increased. She reached for the call button. She needed to make sure that the brothers got the picture. It took a few grabs, but she managed to get the remote with the call button and before she could push it the nurse came back in the room.
The nurse looked at her with worried eyes. Before the nurse could say anything Abby spook.
"I…need…you to…make sure…my cousins…get this." Abby slurred out. She had folded the paper and with a shaking hand she held it out to the nurse. "Please…make sure…they get it…for me."
Abby waited for the nurse to take the paper and when the nurse took it Abby closed her eyes and let the darkness of unconsciousness overcome her. The last think she heard was the erratic beat of the heart monitor she was connected to.
The nurse took the folded sheet of paper from the girl. As soon as she did so the girl fell unconscious and the erratic beeping turned into a monotone buzz.
The buzz alerted others outside room and sent the sound of running footsteps. The nurse immediately began the chest compressions. Seconds later the bed was surrounded by doctors and nurses "Bag her" Someone shouted over the buzz. The chest compressions continued as a tube was inserted.
More shouting came and a defibrillator was brought in. The pads were placed on the now bare chest of the girl. Once the machine was set a doctor called out "clear" everyone stepped back as the paddles came down to the girls chest. The body jumped at the jolt.
The buzz remanded "no response" another called. The machine was reset "clear" the doctor called out again. Everyone stepped back as the paddles went down on the girl's chest. The body jumped again with a jolt.
"Still no response" the machine was once again set "clear" everyone stepped back and the body again jumped with jolt. The buzz became a beep again.
"We have a heart beat" someone said "We have a pulse" another said "BP is rising." Everyone sighed with relief.
The girl was then connected to a respirator. To assist her weakened lungs. The defibrillator was placed in the corner of the room as a precaution.
After Dr. Kelly Mist left the room she called the family of the young girl.
She found the number and quickly dialed. After a few rings she was greeted with "Hello".
"Hello Mr. Winchester, I'm Dr. Kelly Mist…"