I ran down a long hallway, and at the end of it, I found Sam, up against the wall, choking. It was like someone had him pinned there, but it was only him in the room.

"No!" Sam shouted.

I ran up to him, putting my hands on his arms, "Sam!"

"No, no, you're not real!" He yelled at me.

"What?" I shook him, "No, Sam, it's me… Maddi."

He pushed me away from him, on to the ground, "You're lying!"

"Hey, hey!" Dean jumped in front of Sam before he moved toward me, "Sam!" He put his hands on Sam's chest, "You hearing me?"

Nate helped me up, and I brushed my pants off.

Sam gasped and then looked at me in horror as he shook himself out of whatever he was seeing.

Dean pat him on the chest, "Whoa. Look at me. Hey." Sam blinked himself back to reality as he stared at Dean. "Alright, we got to button this up." Dean said, "Come on, let's get out of here. Come on," He grabbed Sam's arm and led him toward the door.

Sam looked down at me, "Maddi, I'm so sorry. I'm so… Sorry," He held back his fear and tears. I could tell he really had no idea what he was doing.

"It's okay, Sam," I said, worried for him.

We ran out of the building and spotted Cass, covered in a weird black goo, walking toward a reservoir, so we hurried after him. When we reached the shore, Cass was already walking into the water and went under. When he did, a whirlpool formed, and a black liquid radiated out from it, then it all dispersed.

"Aw, hell," Bobby said, pointing at a sign by the edge of the water, it read, "Public Water Supply. No Swimming. No Fishing. No Boating."

Dean sighed and shook his head, "Damn it."

Bobby shrugged, "You said it. Those… Whatever you call 'ems…"

"Leviathan," Nate said.

Bobby nodded, "Right. If they're in the pipes, they got themselves a highway to anywhere."

Dean shook his head, "Awesome," Then something caught his eye, and he bent down to pick up Cass's trench coat that had washed to shore, "Okay. So, he's gone."

Bobby nodded, "Yeah. Rest in peace. If that's in the cards."

Dean folded the trench coat and looked down at it sadly, "Dumb son of a bitch."

"Well, he was friends with us, wasn't he?" Bobby asked, "Can't get much dumber than that," He gestured for us to follow him, "Come on, those things will be coming up for air soon."

The next day, Dean and I walked into the living room where Sam had been sleeping.

"Sammy," Dean put his hand on his chest and shook him gently, "Sammy, hey…"

Sam jumped awake and sat up.

Dean put up his hands, "Whoa," He pulled up a chair, "That's twelve hours straight, I'm calling that rested. Here," Dean handed Sam a power bar, and I gave him a bottle of water, "Hydrate, and uh, protein-ate."

Sam smiled, "Breakfast in bed."

Dean nodded, "Don't get used to it. Let me see that hand." Sam held his injured hand out to Dean, who then removed the gauze and checked out his stitches. "Eh, you'll live. Here," Dean grabbed a bottle of whiskey off a nearby side table and poured it over the cut. Sam sucked in his breath in pain, and Dean smacked him on the leg, "Alright, take it easy."

I pulled out some gauze and grabbed his hand to wrap it. Sam flinched as I secured the bandage in place, and then Bobby walked in with Nate.

"So, ooze invasion. Any leads?" Sam asked.

Bobby sighed, "I got all my feelers out. Whatever they're up to, it ain't about going Mothra down Main Street. They'll turn up. You seem pretty eager to stretch your legs, you know," He smiled at Sam.

Sam nodded, "Mhm."

"Now, onto our other big problem. How're you, doin'?" Dean asked, "And do not say okay."

"I'm not okay," Sam said.

"You think?" Dean asked.

"Hey. Go a little easy," Bobby said.

Dean shook his head, "There's nothing easy about it, Bobby, okay. We acted like he had everything under control. Next thing I know, he's throwing Maddi on the ground."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh my God, don't be so dramatic. He did not throw me to the ground."

"Whatever. Either way, you ended up there, and by the time I got in the room, gigantor over there was ready to charge," Dean said.

Sam nodded and sighed, "I get it," He looked at me, "I'm sorry," He shook his head, "Look, I— I didn't exactly want to crack up, you know?"

"What the hell happened back there?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged, "Well, it's not just flashbacks anymore."

I furrowed my brow, "What is it then?"

Sam looked at us nervously, "It's more like… I'm seeing through the cracks."

Dean shook his head, "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real," Sam said.

Dean nodded, "Hallucinations."

"For starters," Sam said.

"Well, for starters, if you're tripping Hell's Bells, why would you hide that?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head, "I wasn't hiding it, Dean, I— I was just not talking about it. I mean, it seemed like you guys had enough going on as it was. Look, I— I just figured, try to hold onto the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "As in specifically what?"

Sam cleared his throat and hesitated, "I've been seeing Lucifer, talking to him…" He shook his head, "More like he's been talking to me."

"What's he been saying?" I asked.

He looked down, "Well, it's pretty crazy…"

"We thrive in crazy," Dean said.

"He told me, none of this is real. I'm not really here. I'm still in the cage with him," Sam said.

I shook my head, "What? I don't get it."

"He said this is just another way of torturing me, making me feel like I'm safe here with you guys 'til he eventually rips me away from all this again," He explained.

Dean shook his head and poured himself a glass of whiskey, "What the hell, Sam?"

Sam nodded, "I told you."

"I mean seriously, how do you, how do you argue with that?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded, "I know. It's a problem."

"Well, now wait, I got it," Dean pointed at him, "Why would the Devil holodeck you a whole new life when he could just kick your ass all over the Cage?"

"'Cause, as he puts it… 'You can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away.'" Sam recited.

Dean rolled his eyes and nodded, "Okay, fine. But this Malibu dream mansion that he— he— he makes for you to take away is this post-apocalyptic mess?"

Sam looked across the room as if he was looking at something or someone even though nothing was there.

"Wait. Are you seeing him right now?" I asked, and Sam nodded.

"You know that he's not real. Right?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged, "He says the same thing about you."

Bobby shook his head and sighed, "I'm going back to work."

Nate nodded, "I second that."

While Nate hung out in his room, I was in the living room, lying on the couch and watching old horror movies by myself. Bobby and Dean were in the kitchen, whispering amongst themselves, even though I could hear them pretty well.

"How are you doing?" Bobby asked.

Dean sighed, "Seriously, Bobby, it ain't like he's hexed, you know? I mean, what if it's the kind of crazy you can't fix?"

"Yeah, I'm… I'm worried too, but humor me for a second," Bobby said, "How are you?"

I rolled over to listen to his answer a little better.

"Who cares? Don't you think our mailbox is a little full right now?" Dean scoffed, "I'm fine."

"Right," Bobby said sarCastically, "Like Maddi's fine? You know her a lot better than me, and even I know that ain't true."

I sighed, wishing everyone would back off but also feeling bad that they were so worried.

"And weren't you pissed at Sam when he said the same thing just a couple hours before he spilled his marbles all over the floor?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, well," Dean sighed, "I'm not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box. I'm fine. Really."

"Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother's in the bell jar, Death says your sister's soul might be damaged, and Purgatory's most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah… yeah, I get it," Bobby said sarCastically, "You're… You're fine."

"Good," Dean said.

"Course, if at any time you want to decide that's utter horse crap, well, I'll be where I always am. Right here," Bobby said.

"What, you want to do couples' yoga, or you want to get back to hunting the big bads?" Dean asked.

"Shut up," Bobby scoffed, "Idjit."

The next morning, Dean walked into the house with groceries while the rest of us ate breakfast, and Sam worked on his laptop.

"Hey there, Gunga Din, buck up," Bobby said.

Dean looked at us confused as he set the groceries down on the counter.

"So…" Sam typed on his computer, "It looks like we got some bad news for a change. Stockville North Kansas, most of a high school swim team, got mangled to death in their locker room."

"Cop talk on the wire's kind of garbled, saying it looks like some kind of wild animal attack," Bobby said, "They're saying that whatever attacked them's about the size of a linebacker."

Sam sighed, "It's a lead, Dean."

Dean nodded, "Alright, but if you think you're going out on a hunt…"

Sam shook his head, "No, I know. I'm not. But you are. Look, Bobby's running the hub, I'm— I'm 5150'd, which leaves you to follow this thing up."

"Sam, you're in the middle of a psychotic break," Dean said.

Sam sighed, "It's a couple hours' drive, Dean, and it could be a Leviathan thing,"

Dean shook his head, "Nah, if you think I'm leaving you here alone—"

"He won't be alone," I said, "I can stay."

"Mhm," Dean nodded, "And that ended so well before?"

"Hey. What am I, chopped brains on toast? I can stay and eyeball the kids. Go. Work off some of these nerves on something useful. Take the boy with you."

Nate choked on his cereal, Bobby gave him a curious look and smacked him a few times on the back.

"Uh, I'll be fine on my own," Dean said.

"Kid's a good hunter, Dean," Bobby said.

Dean sighed, "Fine, but I don't have time to babysit. You understand?"

Nate nodded, "Yeah, of course."

"Been on a few together by ourselves, couldn't ask for a better partner," Bobby said, trying to encourage Nate.

Dean nodded, "Alright, let's get packed and head out then."

Later that night, Dean gave Sam a call, and he put it on speaker.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"Well, we are positive for ick. Same kind of stuff that came out of Cass, and, uh, two of the swim kids were missing… They stole one of their parents' cars," Dean said.

"So, you think these, um, these Leviathan things just jump into people? Like Eve did?" Sam asked.

Dean sighed, "I don't know, it makes sense, right? Anyway, uh, state trooper's got surveillance cam on the kids about six hours old, of them gassing up just south of Dakota line, so we're headed back your way. We'll just track them from Bobby's."

"Yeah, sounds good," Sam said.

Dean paused for a second, "Hey, how are you doing?"

"You know, uh, okay," Sam said.

"Okay. Well, hang in there, alright?" Dean asked and then hung up.

A few hours later, I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I heard Sam in the kitchen.

"Shut up!" He shouted, "I said, shut up!"

I quickly got up and ran into the kitchen, where Bobby, looking concerned, joined me.

"Sam, you okay?" I asked.

"You, uh, having a little bag lady Moment?" Bobby asked.

Sam sighed, almost ashamed, "Sorry."

Bobby grabbed two beers out of the fridge and handed one to Sam.

"Thanks," Sam said and took a sip, "You know, after… Everything. All these years, all that we've been through…"

"You beat the Devil before, kid," Bobby said.

Sam shrugged, "It's kinda different."

Bobby shook his head, "Not really. You'll get a handle on this too. You will," He nodded, "You're not in Hell anymore. You're here with us."

Sam stared at him blankly for a Moment, almost looking afraid.

"You hear me, Sam?" Bobby asked.

Sam nodded hesitantly, "Yeah, I hear you, Bobby."

Bobby gave Sam a look, but then one of his phones rang, "Oh. That's my local," He walked over and picked it up, "Hello?" (…) He furrowed his brow, "Come again?" (…) He shook his head, "Who is this?" (…) "Jody?" (…) "Gotcha." (…) He nodded and then hung up the phone and turned to us, "Well, either Sheriff Mills is having an ObamaCare-insured opium dream, or something's eating folks down at Sioux Falls General Hospital," He grabbed his jacket, "Look, I don't want to bruise your ego or anything, but—"

Sam nodded, "No, no, no, it's okay. Go, go, go. Me and Maddi will watch the phones."

Bobby nodded and turned to me, whispering before he left, "Call me if anything happens."

"So…" I turned to Sam, "I've been waiting to talk to you."

He smiled, "Okay, hit me."

"I just don't want to put too much info on you, with everything going on," I said.

He chuckled, "Trust me, I've made it this far, I think I'll be fine."

"Okay," I sat down at the table, "What do you think you know?"

He sat down across from me, "Well, it's pretty obvious that you have your abilities," He thought for a second, "What happened to you at Crowley's? I mean, I'm assuming that's when you 'visited' Death."

"They, uh," I cleared my throat, "They tortured me… Pretty much the entire time I was there," I shook my head, "Apparently, a lot of the stuff they did to me, should've killed me."

He shook his head, looking at me with sadness in his eyes, "I'm so sorry."

I shook my head, tears began to well up, "You guys need to stop saying that. None of it is your fault."

He nodded, "I know, but neither of us can help but feel like we failed you in some way."

"The only thing keeping me sane while I was there was the thought of seeing you guys again," I looked at him seriously, "Trust me. You didn't fail me."

He nodded, still looking upset, "So, that triggered them?"

I shook my head, "No, there's more… Crowley," I sighed, "Forced me to drink demon blood, well, force-fed me with a feeding tube."

Sam looked at me in horror, "Oh my God. I mean, I'm not going to lie, I assumed something happened with the blood but not that."

I nodded, "Yeah, uh, I don't really want to get into more details than that because I'm honestly trying to burn all of that out of my memory."

Sam nodded, "Can't really hold that against you."

"Um, I really wanted to talk to you about what I can do now, like what it means, I guess," I shrugged, "I just feel like you're the only one who will understand."

He nodded, "Dean does try you know, he's just afraid of things he doesn't really understand," He shrugged, "Can't really blame him though, we were trained to kill things that would scare most people."

"I know, I just don't want him to look at me like I'm some kind of freak, you know?" I asked.

He took a deep breath and nodded, "Oh, yeah, I know."

I realized what I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

He shook his head, "No, it's okay. I'm sure what I went through with Dean is a big reason you don't want to talk to him about it."

I shrugged, "It's the only reason," I twiddled my thumbs together, nervously, "Um, look, I want to tell you something, but I really don't want you to freak out."

"Listen," He put his hand on mine, "I have no room to judge, so whatever you want to tell me, just go for it."

"You can't tell, Dean," I said.

Sam frowned and stared at me for a Moment, "You know that won't last, right?"

I nodded, "I know, but for now, just tell me, you won't."

Sam nodded, "Okay, this is between us."

I took a deep breath, "I've been having, like, panic attacks lately. At least that's what I think they are… But to combat them, I figured out that…" I looked up at the ceiling, starting to feel emotional for some reason.

"What?" Sam asked nervously, squeezing my hand.

I took a deep breath and looked at him, "I've been cutting—"

His brow furrowed, and the color left his face, "You've been hurting yourself?"

"What?! No," I said, "I mean, I guess technically, but that's not what makes me feel better. It's when I start healing myself that calms me down."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

I shook my head, "I don't know, just seeing my body being able to heal itself … And— And I get this weird surge of energy through me. It's like all the best parts of adrenaline."

Sam nodded, "Just be careful, okay? I don't want to see you go down the path I did. Because when I used mine, it felt the same way, like I could overcome anything, I felt powerful. That's what made me want the blood more…" He shrugged, "I mean Ruby wasn't any help, but honestly, the more I think about it, I think I would've ended up down that road anyway."

I nodded and sniffled, "Yeah, that's kinda what I'm worried about. Especially with this whole soul thing, I just don't want to become dependent on anything. I definitely don't want to destroy anything that makes me… me."

"Well, look…" Sam said, "How about you and me, keep each other honest."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We are both going through some crazy crap, right?" Sam asked, "So if we are going through something heavy, let's just promise we will talk to each other about it."

I nodded, "Okay, yeah, let's do that," I let out a deep breath and smiled, wiping my eyes, "I'm glad I got that off my chest."

Sam smiled, "I'm glad you told me. Just remember, the only thing that matters is us, our family. All that other crap is a distraction."

I nodded, "I know."

Sam nodded, "Good," He smiled, "What do you say to watching a movie or something?"

I smiled, "Yeah, that sounds like fun. I'll get the snacks ready. You get the movie ready."

Sam stood up, "Sounds like a plan," Then he walked off into the living room, "Harry Potter?"

"Obviously," I chuckled and then started getting some popcorn together, and while it was popping, I opened the fridge, "Sam! What do you want to drink?!" There was no answer, "Sam?" I closed the door and walked into the living room, but he wasn't there. I looked around, confused, "Sam?!" I walked down the hallway to see if he was in the bathroom, but the door was open, and the lights were off. My heart started to race, "Sam! Where are you?!" I yelled and ran around the house looking for him, but he was just nowhere to be found. I ran out the front door, "Sam!" I started to look around the junkyard when I heard Dean yelling for Sam and me. So, I sprinted back to the house, "Dean! Dean!"

He grabbed me by the shoulders, "What's wrong? Where's Sam?"

"I— I don't know," I shook my head, getting upset, "We were gonna watch a movie, I was in the kitchen getting snacks, and then he was just gone. I don't know where he is."

"Okay, okay," Dean turned to Nate, "You stay here in Case Sam or Bobby come back."

Nate nodded, "No problem. Call me if you need anything."

Dean and I ran out to the Impala and hopped in. Before starting the car, Dean handed me his phone. The GPS was turned on.

"What's this?" I asked.

"I turned Sam's GPS on, in Case he decided to fly the cuckoos nest," He shrugged, "Guess I made the right choice."

We pulled up in front of an old warehouse, next to a black van from Bobby's.

Dean sighed, looking up at the building, "Oh, this can't be good."

We got out and walked into the building. Sam was standing there in the center of the room, looking confused and upset and holding a gun.

"Sam?" Dean asked, "Sam, what are you doing?"

Sam gasped and pointed his gun at Dean, we both put our hands up.

"Whoa, whoa!" Dean shouted.

"I was with you, Dean!" Sam yelled, scared.

Dean nodded, "Okay. Well, here I am."

Sam shook his head, "No. No, I don't, I…" He looked at something, neither of us could see and then back at Dean, "I can't know that for sure. You understand me?"

"Okay, now we're gonna have to start small," Dean said.

"I don't remember driving here," Sam's bottom lip quivered. He looked at something next to him and then fired the gun.

"Whoa, whoa! Sam!" Dean yelled, "This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!"

Sam let out a deep breath and lowered the gun, looking extremely upset.

"Look at me. Come on. You don't know what's real?" Dean asked, "Look, man, I've been to Hell. Okay? I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that it feels different than the pain of this— this regular, stupid, crappy this."

Sam shook his head, "No, no. How can you know that for sure?"

I stepped toward Sam, with my hands up, "Sam…"

Dean grabbed my arm, "What are you doing?"

"Just trust me," I said and then continued slowly toward Sam, "You remember what we talked about earlier?"

Sam's chin quivered, and he nodded, "That could've been in my mind, though."

I shook my head, "It wasn't. Do you remember what you said to me? We are the only thing that matters, right? Everything else is a distraction."

Sam nodded emotionally.

"We agreed to keep each other honest," I said, "So, give me your hand," I held my hand out to him. He put his bandaged hand in mine reluctantly. I shook his hand and gestured at the bandage, "This is real, okay? Me and Dean, we were with you when you cut it, he sewed it up, remember?"

Sam shook his head, "It doesn't mean anything."

I pressed my fingers into his wound, and he flinched, "This doesn't mean anything? You can feel that, right? That's real pain, Sam."

Sam inhaled sharply and winced as I squeezed again. Dean grabbed hold of the gun in Sam's hand and started pulling it away slowly, and Sam stared at me with pain and fear in his eyes.

"You can feel it because I'm real… Because Dean is real. Not Lucifer… And not anything you think he is telling you. Can you see that it's different?" I asked and let go of his hand.

Sam let out a breath of relief, "Yeah, I think so," He looked next to Dean at nothing.

"Sam?" Dean asked, "Sam."

Sam pushed his thumb into his hand, making blood seep through the bandage.

"Hey. We are your flesh-and-blood, okay?" Dean asked, "We are the only ones who can legitimately kick your ass in real-time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy."

Sam continued to push into his bandage, still staring at the invisible Lucifer.

"Believe in that!" Dean shouted, "Believe us, okay? You gotta believe us. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand?"

Sam nodded and finally let go of his hand, "Yeah. Yeah, okay," He nodded again, and then his phone rang, so he quickly answered it, "Bobby, hey," (…) "Leviathan, here?" (…) He hung up and looked at us, "Bobby's got a live one."

Dean nodded and grabbed Sam's arm, "Okay, well, let's go."

When we were almost back to Bobby's, Dean broke the silence, "Look, when we get back to Bobby's—"

"It's okay, Dean, I'm good. No white rabbits," Sam chuckled slightly, "I'm not seeing anything."

Dean nodded, "Okay. Baby steps," He gave Sam a small smile which was returned, and then he turned his attention back to the road, "Oh no."

I looked out of the front window and saw smoke billowing out from Bobby's driveway.

Dean sped up down the road and pulled into Bobby's. His house was just a shell of what it used to be, just charred and smoking. My heart raced, and my breathing picked up. We had left Nate there, and Bobby was supposed to meet us. We got out of the car and walked up to where the front door used to be.

"I'm goin' in to check for Bobby or Nate. I'll be right back," Dean said and walked through the crumbled door frame.

I could feel myself drift into the worst possible thoughts and I filled with emotion, "Nate was in there," I started to cry and put my hands on my knees, breathing heavily.

Sam turned to me, "Hey, hey…" He put his hands on my shoulders and made me stand back up.

"We left him here… We left him…" I cried, starting to hyperventilate.

He put his hands on my face, "Look at me… You don't know he's in there, okay?"

"I was so awful to him…" I cried, "He just wanted to help me."

He pulled me into a hug, "Okay, alright, it's going to be okay," He rubbed my back.

Dean walked back out to us.

"Any sign of them?" Sam asked, still holding me.

Dean held up a blackened journal, shook his head, and tossed it behind him. I pulled away from Sam and wiped the tears from my eyes. Dean walked by and brushed his hand through my hair as he did. We followed behind Dean to the garage.

Dean shook his head and sighed, "That place was torched. Somebody knew what they were doing."

"You think they were back there?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head, "I don't know," Let's split up and look for them, okay?"

The three of us split apart from each other, searching different sections of the junkyard.

"Nate! Bobby!" I shouted as I walked by the piles of broken-down cars. I pulled out my phone and called Nate, but it kept ringing and finally went to voicemail, "Hey, this is Nate Harvelle, leave your name and number and I'll get back to you," I sighed and shook my head, "Nate, damn it, please tell me you are not in that pile of ashes," I sniffled as tears rolled down my cheeks, "I need you to call me, please… Call me and tell me you're alive," I hung up and continued searching, "Nate! Bobby!"

My phone started ringing, and I immediately pulled it out, looking at the caller ID, I quickly answered it, "Nate!"

"Maddi, I had to get out of there. I took my car and left. Are you guys there now?" Nate asked.

I sighed in relief, wiping my tears away, "Yeah, yeah, we're looking for you and Bobby."

"Did you find him?" Nate asked.

"No," I said.

"Okay, I'm on my way back now. Meet me out front. I'll be there in a few minutes," He said and then hung up.

I made my way to the driveway, calling out for Bobby the whole way there. A few minutes later, Nate's baby blue, 1955 Buick Riviera, pulled in, and he jumped out.

I ran to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him a couple of times. I pulled him into a hug and nestled my head on his chest, "You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I'm so, so sorry about everything. I've been such a jerk to you and— and—"

"Hey, it's okay. Stop," He looked at me with empathy, "You've got a lot going on."

Suddenly, we heard a gunshot and loud crashing sound. We both took off immediately in the direction.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted.

We found Dean holding Sam, who was unconscious. They were sitting in front of a car that had been dropped on someone. There was a large puddle of black goo seeping out from the person's body.

"Dean, what happened?!" I shouted and ran to him, and that's when I saw how messed up his leg was, "Oh my God, your leg."

Dean winced in pain and nodded, "I think it's broken."

"I'm calling an ambulance," Nate said and then walked off.

"What happened?" I asked Dean.

He shook his head, "One of those Leviathan things. It waited for us to get back. They want you, me, and Sam dead. They burned the house down, thinking we were inside."

About ten minutes later, an ambulance arrived, sirens blaring and lights flashing. The EMTs jumped out and strapped Sam and Dean down to stretchers and then loaded them into the back of the ambulance.

"Come on, we'll follow behind," Nate said and grabbed my hand, leading me to his car.

We hopped in and took off, chasing the ambulance down the street.

"You know where they're going?" I asked.

He shrugged, "My guess would be Sioux Falls General."

My heart skipped a beat, "What? No, no, no."

"What? What's wrong? It's the closest hospital to here," Nate said.

"That's where Bobby was. There's Leviathan there," I said.