She felt a tug and realised she'd stopped. Wait, how had they got to that dreaded door so soon? Michelle took a hesitant step backwards.
"Michelle? It's okay kid, you don't have to go in" Paul assured her. She shook her head and swallowed. She had to see him.
As soon as the door was open the smell hit them, it was overpoweringly sweet with a hint of disinfectant. The room was freezing, Michelle could see her breath as she breathed. There was a long metal table and a sheet. A sheet that was risen up, concealing the presence beneath.
"Are you sure you want to see this?" The Doctor asked, taking the corner between his finger and thumb. Michelle wasn't able to speak, so she nodded. She felt Liam grip her hand tighter, and took a deep breath.
She exhaled slowly as the sheet was pulled back. At first, she felt nothing. It was Dean! He looked like he was sleeping. He had a few bruises on his face and a single cut to his head. But he was just sleeping! Just...Sleeping...
She took a step forward, taking a closer look. He was paler than she remembered, his lips had a faint blue tinge and his eyelids were tinted purple. But he was just cold right? Cold in his sleep...
She reached out slowly and touched his cheek. That's when the horror flooded through her, she was way too close and he was dead. His skin was tight and sunken, he had no blood flowing from the cut on his head. He was scarily stiff, like a dummy and ice cold.
As soon as she'd touched him a high-pitched, ear piercing wail had ripped around the room, echoing off the walls. It didn't stop, the heart broken cry that wouldn't ease. It bounced from the walls and made her ears ring. The sound drilled into her skull, it went through her like nails on a blackboard.
That's when she felt two arms go around her, shaking her and pulling her. She hoped that the sound would stop soon, it was making her head pound. She could hear voices in the background, they were trying to shout over the harsh noise that was enveloping the room.
She felt like she was running out of air. Why couldn't she breathe in? Why were these arms pulling at her desperately? She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the metal table. Her face was contorted into some form of extreme agony, her eyes wide. That's when she realised...the scream was coming from her own mouth.
"Michelle? Michelle! Calm down!" Liam pleaded, still tugging at her. She turned away, ready to run. She wanted to run right out of the room, right out of the hospital. She wanted her own bed in her own house with her Dean! She turned and made a movement as if she was about to run. She didn't run. She stumbled forward into Pauls out stretched arms as her legs gave way and she collapsed, in hysterics. He picked her up and carried her out of the room, his arms tight around her. He sat down and he and Liam attempted to calm her down again.