Chapter 16

"Not very talkative are you?" asked the doctor. Sam just stared at him. The doctor looked around, and then got in Sam's face.

"Did you really think I would let you go?" he asked. "I let them pump that poison out of your system, but you're still going to die Sam, along with your brother, when I get ready. Right now I'm here just to give you a warning my friend. Don't you tell anyone or Dean will die! I'll kill him right now! UNDERSTAND!"

Sam just nodded and the doctor stood up as two police officers came in.

"Hello," he said to the officers as he glanced at Sam. "May I help you?"

"Yes," said one of them, "We need to talk to your patient for a few minutes if that's all right?"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea right now, gentlemen. He needs his rest. He was beat up pretty bad when they brought him in. He had to go straight to surgery. Can you come back a little later?"

"Sure, but do you mind if we ask you some questions?" they asked.

"No," said the doctor, "not at all. I don't understand how people could do this to each other. It's awful."

"Yes, it is," said the officers, "There are some sick people in this world, that's for sure. He is your patient right?"

"Yes, he is." answered the doctor.

"A crime was committed sir; can you tell us what happened?"

"Well, I'll certainly tell you what I know. Someone just brought him to the front of the emergency room and dumped him out of the vehicle. I think it was a black van. I don't know who they were. We got Sam here inside and went to work. He almost died."

"What was the extent of his injuries?" they asked.

"He's been shot twice. Once in the leg, shattering the bone, and once in his side. He has a concussion and some cuts and bruises all over his body. He has some old injuries also, that are almost healed up. Somebody really did a number on him, that's for sure," said the doctor, shaking his head.

"Can we ask him a few questions?" asked the officers.

"Sure," said the doctor, "but not too many. He really needs to rest."

"Okay, we understand," they said and walked over to Sam. The doctor stood behind the two officers and glared down at him. His meaning was very clear. 'Don't say anything or Dean dies!' Sam bit his bottom lip.

"Hello, son." said one of the police officers.

"Hey," said Sam.
"How are you doing?" said the other one.

"Okay, I guess." said Sam. "I'm just in a lot of pain."

"I can imagine," said the first officer. "I'm Officer Anthony Simmons and this is my partner, Bryan Jackson."

Sam nodded.

"We just need to ask you a few questions, all right?" asked Tony.

Sam looked at the doctor. "I don't remember a whole lot."

"What do you remember?" asked Bryan.

"I think I was mugged," said Sam.

"Mugged?" asked Tony. "Son, all this didn't come from a mugging. You were abducted. Do you know who did this to you?"

Sam looked towards the doctor again and said, "No, I don't remember."

Officer Jackson caught the exchange between Sam and the doctor and turned to face him.

"Sir," he said to the doctor. "Do you mind if we speak to him alone?" he asked.

"No, not at all," said the doctor. "I'm sorry. I'll just go make rounds." He walked over to Sam and took his hand, squeezing hard. Sam tried not to, but he winced a little.

"I'll be back." the doctor said and smiled down at Sam. The smile didn't reach his eyes, and Sam got the message loud and clear.

"Okay," Sam said and the doctor let him go.

He turned to the officers. "Gentlemen," the doctor said and walked out.