"She bleeding internally, we need to get her into surgery now!" The team of medical professionals all pushed the gurney with Linka on it down the hall ad through doors. She was still unresponsive. Blue black splotches moved under her skin spreading over her. Thin lines of red ran from the corners of her lips. The colors were heightened and exaggerated next to her pale skin which kept losing color. Everything looked richer and deeper next to the blanched girl on the white sheets.

"I'm sorry you can't go any further." A middle aged nurse said to Sam and Dean. She held her hand out to stop them from following. They watched as the doors swung back to them, they got one last look at Linka as she lay still while people swarmed around her. The doors swung closed and then they could not longer see her. The nurse saw them watching.

"She's in good hands." She said remember her own daughter at home. She turned to the door. She saw so many people being rushed to surgery after suffering from some horrible injury but this girl had no marks on her. It was as if nothing had actually happened to her.

The clock on the wall moved slowly. People filed in and out but none of them had anything to say about Linka. The middle aged nurse that had stopped them kept looking at the doors then to the two men that had brought the girl in. She didn't know how they knew here, they were probably related in some way. She was curious if only for the fact that a young girl should not be with two adult men unless she was related to them. The doors opened and the gurney was wheeled out. Linka lay still with a ventilator hanging out of her mouth and various machines attached to her. A small team of nurses moved her and the equipment down a hallway. One of the crowd that was following her broke away and walked over.

"You two brought her in right?"

"Yeah" Sam said hesitantly as they stood up. The doctor looked at them. He wasn't too sure what to think.

"Well she's going into recovery right now." He really didn't know what had happened or how to ask about it. "I…Has she… Ok so I honestly don't know how to explain what happened to her."

"What do you mean?"

"It was like nothing any of us have seen. She had lacerations covering most of her internal organs, scar tissue on the majority of them as well, and burns and cuts on her ribs and several other bones." He looked at the pair. They looked equally baffled. " Was she taking any medication?"He asked, even though he knew no medication could do that to someone. The wounds had all seemed to be made by a blade, but there was no wound on the skin. They looked at each other.

"No… I don't think so." Dean said.

"Well I don't know what happened to her but you can see her now."

"Thank you." Sam said as they walked to the room that Linka had been placed in. She wasn't moving. The machines beeped, and there was a gentle hum in the room. She looked like she was asleep. A lone nurse gave the machines and IV on last check. She pushed a stray piece of Linka's hair from her face. She looked up.

"She's a fighter." She moved away to the door. "We almost lost her but she kept on going." She left the room. It was so strange. Linka had never really let either of them see her sleep. She always tried to be up before them. She didn't like looking like she was weak or helpless, yet there she lay. Fragile and vulnerable.

"I thought Michael said she wouldn't be harmed." Sam said after silence.

"He said she wouldn't be too badly harmed."

"So this is Michael being gentle."

"Yeah." Silence. It seemed fitting for the situation.

"Her condition hasn't changed. She is still unresponsive, but there don't seem to be any complications due to the surgery. All we can do is wait and see if anything does change." The doctor left the room.

"I wouldn't hold your breath."

"Dean don't say that."

"What? She might not wake up."

"She might…"

"She was torn apart from the inside and now she isn't responsive, there isn't much of a chance that she is going to pop back up and be fine."

The nurse closed the door behind her. It didn't make a difference the girl wasn't awake so she didn't know if it was open or closed or where she was. She checked the chart at the foot of the bed then moved over to the machines. They all worked perfectly. She looked at the IV bag. Then down to the girl. She thought she saw her mouth twitch but the ventilator was in the way so she couldn't be sure.

"So how are things today?" No response. The nurse knew there wouldn't be one but she liked to talk to the comatose patients. She thought it was nice and that they understood. "It's really crappy out today. The commute was horrible. Why is it that when it rains people forget how to drive? I Just…" The machines jumped and she whipped around to them. Then she heard the gasping chocking of someone trying to breathe with something shoved down their throat. She saw the girl trying to rip the tubes out of her mouth. "Hold on! Don't do that!" The nurse worked to get them out of her mouth. She did and the girl leaned back coughing as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. The nurse leaned closer to her.

"Are you alright?" The girl looked at her.

"I will be." The girl wrapped her arm around the nurse's neck and pulled her in The nurse pulled back and fell over dragging the girl down with her. "Stop moving!" The girl said. The nurse was trying to get away. The girl was much stronger than she looked. The machines were beeping faster and faster. They were still attached to the girl. She raised her hand for the call button but the girl punched her and she went still.

Linka leaned back against the bed. She moved her hand over her chest. It stung and felt constricted. She panted and gulped back the shaky breathing. She looked around. She didn't want to stay in the hospital she wasn't too fond of them. She couldn't just walk out. She looked at the nurse.

Linka stuck her head out of the room. She stepped outside. The scrubs were a little too big but she could manage. She started down the hall way. It hurt, everywhere. She moved her hand to her chest again and winced. She walked to the stair way. She made it down half a flight before she had to sit. It hurt a lot. Her heart felt weak and tight. She felt the scar over her sternum. It was still tender. She leaned back and breathed heavily. She had to keep going, they were going to go and check the room. The machines had a momentary lapse, that was bound to grab some attention, then the nurse in her bed would just add to the intrigue. They would look for her. She stood up and moved slowly down the steps. Each one seemed to drain her. It hurt to breathe, to walk, to do anything. She felt things tug inside of her. She was slowing down because excursion but also from the agony that shot through her system whenever she moved. She heard people running down the steps. She looked back at them.

"I found her!" The person turned back then back and ran down to her. Linka launched herself over the railing and hit the next landing. She fell in a heap but forced herself up. She pushed the door open. The exit was only a few feet away. She ran, or at least tried to. She moved through the pain and the people trying to grab her. She was almost out the door.

"Linka?" She turned. Several arms grabbed her when she stopped. Her legs gave way and she submitted to the pain that covered her. She clutched her chest and grimaced. Every heart beat stung and felt like something was being crushed and pulled in the wrong direction.

"This should help with the pain." The nurse said as she pushed the plunger of the syringe down. Linka bit her lip and then leaned back. She was breathing heavily like she had run a marathon. " Now, am I going have to tie you to the bed?" The nurse said putting her hands on her hips. Linka looked up at her. The medication was already working. She felt light.

"If you keep giving me this, you won't have to." She said slowly as she looked around. The nurse laughed a little. She walked away.

"I can't believe it."

"You can't?" The nurse who had been taken out by Linka. "Its amazing, she just woke up and started fighting me." The nurse removed the ice pack she had pressed against her face. The bruise had already formed.

"Ooh wow, she really got you." The other nurse make a grimacing face when she saw it.

"Yeah she did. So you better talk to those two about her. She might have some mental disorder." The bruised nurse walked away, pressing the ice pack to her face. The other nurse turned to the pair. She walked over.

"So, the good news is she's awake." She said smiling.

"I kinda of got that when I saw her making a break for it." Dean said sarcastically.

"Okay so there is always bad news I'm afraid." She said dropping her smile. "Since she had lacerations covering the majority of her organs we needed to stitch them. The stitches will disintegrate over time, but there will be scaring. The one we are most worried about is her heart. It is going to be weaker and she won't be able to do vigorous physical activity anymore." The nurse looked back over her shoulder at Linka. She rolling her head from side to side with her eyes closed and a smile painted across her face. The nurse faced them again. "Her injuries were like nothing any of us had ever seen. We couldn't find anything similar to them. She was lucky she got here in time. It's like she has a guardian angel looking out for her." Dean scoffed. Sam elbowed him.

"Yeah she very lucky."Sam said.

"Well, she should stay a few more days but based on her reaction to this place it might be better if you take her home." The nurse looked around quickly. "You didn't get that suggestion from me though." She winked then walked away down the hallway.

"So now what?"

"What?"

"Dean she can't come with us. She won't be able to handle hunting anymore."

"We can't just ditch her, that would kill her."

"I can hear you." Linka said as she opened her eyes and tilted her head to them. "Get in here." She said. They walked in. She tried to push herself up but she fell back panting from the strain.

"You…"

"I don't need help." She said. "I can still handle hunting Sam." She sounded upset.

"Linka you need to be realistic. You can't keep hunting it could kill you."

"Right now I don't want to start this. I just want to…" She pressed her hand over her heart and closed her eyes. She hissed from the pain. She leaned back and let her hand drop. "Get out of this freaking hospital."

Linka pushed herself out of the wheelchair. She fell forward onto the body of the car. It was an empty metallic thump. She opened her mouth is shock. She whimpered a little. She breathed deeply trying to relax. She slipped into the backseat and leaned back. Everything was at least ten times harder now.

"You alright?" She glared at Sam.

"Oh I'm just freaking Peachy. Having your heart torn open really makes you feel Fanfreakingtastic!" She said with venom in her voice. She gripped her chest above her heart. Everything hurt and she didn't like it. She felt things shift uncomfortably under her skin. She felt drained, like she had been awake forever. She tilted her head up and saw something that made her cry out in horror. Dean and Sam both turned around to face her.

"What's wrong?"

"I look horrible!" She said as she leaned forward to see her reflection in the rearview mirror better. She knew that they were exchanging confused looks. It was a confusing situation. Linka had never spent more than a minute looking at herself in a mirror. She wasn't vain and never acknowledged her reflection. Although it was true, she looked horrible. The dark circles that had always been under her eyes were deeper and richer I their purple blue-black color. Her skin was dry looking and devoid of any color. Her hair was slick from not being washed in a few days. Even her eyes that were usually thoughtful and layered with her humor, seriousness, and determination were dull and seemed empty. She turned her head from side to side and followed her reflection with her eyes. She looked haggard. She fell back against the seat, a little too hard. She bent over holding her arms around her. She was getting angry at this. She was ugly and couldn't move without suffering from internal hell.

"you…" She glared daggers at Sam. He leaned back to the front seat.

"Just drive." She said with a great deal of bitterness.