Chapter 11
Indie's P.O.V.
I blink awake, feeling serene. For the first time in a long time, I had no nightmares. I stare at the white ceiling for a moment, reveling in the accomplishment. Then I roll over, and I see Dean's awake. He's looking at me, with a slight smile on his face. I smile back.
"No nightmares?" He asks. I shake my head. He stands up, and walks over to me. I look up at him, feeling well rested. Dean lightly brushes my hair off of my forehead. I lean into his touch, and sigh contentedly.
"We can leave soon, as soon as the results get here." Dean says, sitting back down in his chair.
My brow creases, and I frown. "Dean." I start. I wait until he looks at me. "What if I have...you know…" I look up at him hesitantly.
"Indie, what have I told you about 'what-ifs'?" He says, with a fake scolding expression.
I lay back on the pillow, breathing deeply. "But what if?" I whisper.
"Then we'll deal with that when we have to. But let's not count our chickens before they hatch, kay?" Dean says gently.
I look out the window, and a small pit creeps into my stomach. I can't shake the feeling that someone is watching.
Dean glances at his watch. Then he stands. My unease spirals into alarm.
"I'm going to call Sam. Give him an update." He heads for the door.
"Dean, wait!" I call, panic bleeding into my voice. He turns around, concerned.
"Please don't leave." I whisper, fear choking me.
Dean rushes to my side. He takes my hand, and holds it. His eyes lock onto mine, and he can see the terror residing in them.
"I'll only be gone a minute." He promises. "I'll just be down the hall."
I shake my head frantically, the terror growing by the minute. I know he'll come back, but I'm still scared. I feel like if he leaves, something bad could happen.
"Can you make the call from here?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "Not good reception." He looks at my face, then walks to the window, and checks the locks.
"No one's getting in here, trust me." He says, but my hands are still shaking, and I still feel like I'm going to throw up.
Dean looks at me regretfully, and steps into the hallway. I know he feels horrible for this, but I understand just why he needs to do this. He and Sam keep pretty close tabs on each other. Dean knows that Sam's probably waiting by the phone, not wanting to call him in case he's sleeping, but wanting to call him nonetheless.
To settle my nerves, I focus on what I see outside. There's a small family, standing by the entrance. An old beat up truck drives into the parking lot. I squint at it. The truck parks, and two men step out. One I don't recognize. The other, though…
For a moment, all I can see is the color of panic. Flashing bright lights. I hear a high keening sound, and I realise that I'm screaming. I'm fighting to get out of the bed before Tom can get here. He's coming, and Dean's gone.
Two people in scrubs rush in. They're men, and they try to hold me down and keep me calm. Part of my brain recognises them as Dr. Cox and Dr. John Dorian, a.k.a. J.D.
"Please stop." I sob, weakly struggling. "Don't touch me, stop touching me." I whimper, giving in.
Dr. Cox let's go like I'm a hot iron. "J.D., let go." He says calmly. J.D. is so surprised that he used his actual name that he releases me. I cry out, and rip off the IV, wincing slightly at the sting. I need to get out of here. I swing my legs over the edge of the hospital bed, but they crumple as soon as they touch the floor. I don't try to get off the floor. At least I'm not on the bed.
"Oh my God, what's happening?" Carla cries as she enters. She pushes past the men, and tries to help me off the floor, but I wail, and fight to get away from her.
"Don't touch me, please don't touch me, stop touching me, don't touch me, please stop," I cry, babbling on and on.
The door bangs open again, and Dean rushes in.
"What the heck, people!" He yells. Dean shoves his way to me on the floor. I scream when he touches me, but I relax when he wraps his jacket around me. Dean kneels on the floor, pulling me into a sitting position, holding my head against his chest. He's giving me a chance to calm down. A chance to make sure that I don't change. I can feel myself trembling, but not that kind of trembling. The rocking motion lulls me until I feel slightly less panicked.
"I'm okay," I whispered quietly, so he would know I wasn't about to change. Dean loosened his cage-like grip on me, but I just curled closer to him. I started shuddering again, but still not changing-shudders. I remembered Tom. He's close. I can feel it. I push away from Dean, lurching towards the door. I have to leave.
"Whoa, hold on." Dean says, pulling me into his arms. I feel a flash of panic, then I come to my senses. This is Dean.
Dean looks down at me. I'm still struggling, but weakly. "What's wrong?" He asks quietly.
My breathing quickens, and I feel lightheaded. I try to explain, but my words come out as wheezes. "T-Tom," I manage. It sounds more like a cough than a name, but Dean understands. I point out the window. He pales, and gently sets me on the floor before looking out the window. I see him relax.
"There's no one out there, Indie." He says, crouching down next to me. I gesture for him to help me up, and he does, walking me over to the large window. I look out, but there is no sign of the black truck or the passengers. The pit in my stomach finally disappears, and I feel a huge relief, like I had been holding my breath.
Dean helps me back onto the bed. Dr. Cox pulls J.D. out of the room, and Dean thanks them for helping. I avoid eye contact with either of them. Carla says that we won't need to put the IV back in, so she just puts a Band Aid over the small wound.
"Wait, why don't we need the IV?" Dean asks.
Carla bursts into a smile. "We got the results back." She replies.
Elliot comes in. "Wait up, Carla. You're stealing my thunder." She retorts, nudging her.
"You are clean of any STDs." Elliot says.
Carla walks over to me. "You can go home." She says with a smile.
It takes me a moment to understand, but when I do, I gasp and throw my arms around her, squeezing tightly. Carla hugged me back. When we pull apart, I immediately attempt to jump off the bed to find my clothes.
"Hold on," Dean cautions, throwing out his arm to block me. I give him an exasperated look.
"I want to go home." I whine, pushing against his arm.
Carla and Elliot laugh. "I had no idea we were so unbearable," Carla jokes.
"Please, I knew that." Elliot says, and I have to look at her to see if she's joking or not.
Carla brings me my clothes, and Dean helps me to the changing room. I change in seconds, fighting off the wave of dizziness. I push open the curtain, and fall into Dean's arms.
"Oops." I say, smiling. Dean smiles and shakes his head.
The next hour is mostly a blur to me. Dean signs paperwork, doctors say goodbye, Carla gives me a hug, creepy Dr. Kelso gives me a pat on the shoulder and a cold look to Dr. Cox, and we're out the door.
Dean get's me settled into the front seat, and then crosses in front of the Impala to the drivers side. We start driving, but I get that uneasy feeling again, like someone is following us. I glance around, but don't see the black truck.
Third Person P.O.V.
Ari took a deep breath and reminded himself for the thousandth time that he needed this man, and that he shouldn't kill him. Not yet. Ugh.
"She was in that hospital. Why didn't we go and get her?" Tom complained for the thousandth time.
And for the thousandth time, Ari patiently explained through his teeth. "We had to follow them back since we don't know where they are staying. If we had just taken the girl, you never would have gotten your reward." He said smoothly. And my plan would never work. Ari thought.
Ari made sure to stay out of sight of the Impala driving in front of them, but he was careful to follow them carefully. He couldn't lose track of them. That would ruin all of his plans.
Indie's P.O.V.
When we finally drive into Bobby's parking lot, I practically threw myself out of the car. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see a bunch of old cars.
I lean back into the car for a moment, and hand Dean his amulet back. He looks relieved to see it. I'm a little sad to let it go, but it isn't mine. It's Deans.
Sam is standing by the front door. I walk up with Dean, and smile at him. He smiles back hesitantly. When I reach the the door, he awkwardly holds the door open for me. I walk inside, but as soon as he shuts the door, I turn and give him a hug. I can feel his body stiffen up with shock. Before I went to the hospital, I had warmed up slightly to the boys and Bobby, but I had only touched and spoken with them when absolutely nessessary. Now, I was hugging him.
Honestly, I wanted to tell him how thankful I was that they had rescued me. I wanted to say so much but I didn't want to use all of the words. If I have learned one thing from my experiences, it's that people will forget your words in a heartbeat, but your actions will stay with them forever.
When I pull away from him, he looks confused, but happy. I immediately turn to Dean and hug him to. I look at his expression, and it says Oh, well, if I have to, but he hugs me back anyways.
I walk into the kitchen to Bobby and give him a hug as well. Then I head up to my room.
Sam's P.O.V.
I stare after Indie, watching her walk up the stairs. I can't believe it. Yesterday, the most she had interacted with me at all was to say "Pass the butter," during breakfast. And then, of course, "I'm gonna puke," but that was more a general statement.
Now, less than twelve hours later, she's hugging me.
"Dude," I say to Dean. "What the heck happened at that hospital?"
He looks at me with an exhausted expression. "You have no idea,"
Phew! I don't know why this chapter took so long to write. My apologies.
I have a question for you. When I write in third person about Ari and Tom, it feels more natural to me to write in past tense, so that's how I tried to write it this chapter. Do you think it sounds okay, or is it too weird to have the tenses switching all the time?
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