Chapter 19

"Sam, do you want to tell us what's going on?" asked Officer Jackson. "What was that between you and the doctor?"

"I don't know what you mean," Sam said nervously.

"That look you just gave him. You looked afraid. Is he the one that's done this to you?" asked Officer Simmons.

"No," said Sam a little too quickly. Jackson caught that too.
"Son, if someone here is threatening you, we need to know. We can help, but only if you talk to us. What happened?"

"I don't remember," Sam lied. "Nobody here is threatening me."

"What is the last thing you do remember?" asked Officer Jackson. "Don't tell me you were mugged. This was not a mugging. You had poison in your system. This was a kidnapping. What do you remember?"

"I was hitchhiking to California. A black van pulled over and asked me if I wanted a ride. They looked okay, so I climbed inside. Somebody hit me. That's all I remember until I woke up here," said Sam.

"What was the date?" asked Officer Simmons.

"It was around April 17th, I guess. I don't remember exactly."

"Today is April 28th Sam. You mean to tell me you've lost 11 days of your life?"

"I guess," Sam replied.

"You're not telling me the truth, Sam," said Jackson gently. "Talk to me. Who is threatening you? I can't help if you don't tell me."

It would be so easy, thought Sam. All he would have to do is let the officers know what was going on. They would help him find Dean. He could tell that Jackson and Simmons really cared. They would protect him, but what about Dean. What if the doctor found out? He'd kill Dean for sure. He looked toward the door. He couldn't do this alone. He made his decision. He would tell these men and get some help. He looked back at Bryan and opened his mouth to tell him, but before he could, the doctor walked back in.

"Are you two still here?" he asked. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you both to leave. My patient needs his rest."

Bryan and Tony looked at Sam and saw the fear in his eyes.

"All right, but we're going to need to come back and ask him some more questions later, when he's rested up some. Is that going to be a problem?" asked Tony. He didn't like the doctor. The look on Sam's face told him that the doctor was somehow involved with what had happened to Sam. He vowed to get to the bottom of this.

"Of course not," said the doctor. "Come back whenever you need to, but right now he needs to rest." The two officers nodded and walked out.

The doctor closed all the blinds and the curtains in the room and then turned on Sam. "What the hell did you tell them?" asked the doctor.

"Nothing!" said Sam. "I didn't say anything."

"I'm warning you, Sam. I will kill your brother. Do you understand me? Dean will die sooner rather than later. I mean it!" the doctor said.
"I didn't say anything man! I swear!" said Sam. "Is Dean okay?" The doctor didn't answer him.

There was a knock at the door. The doctor walked over to answer it. "Yes," he said as a nurse came in.

"Did you want me?" she asked.

"Oh, yes" said the doctor, "I'm sorry. I'm going to move this patient to a more secure area. I don't want whoever has done this to him to come back and finish the job. I'm going to move him to six east."

"The psychiatric unit?" asked the nurse in surprise. "He's not a psych patient, sir. That unit is closed off. As a matter of fact, the whole sixth wing in deserted. There are no patients up there at all, and no staff. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm not saying he is a psych patient, but somebody's going to come looking for him and try to hurt him again. I 'm not going to let that happen. He'll be safe there until they are able to catch whoever is responsible for doing this. The doors lock. Nobody can get in unless I let them in."

"There's no nurses up there either doctor, are you sure?" asked the nurse.

"Yes, I'll put a private nurse up there with him. I know just the one," he said, looking back at Sam.

"Yes sir, I'll make the arrangements," said the nurse and left.

The doctor turned back to Sam. "Just a precaution son," he said. Sam just stared. "I can keep a better eye on you up there, and make sure you don't talk to anyone."

Sam continued to stare at the doctor. "Don't try anything, Sam," said the doctor and left. Sam laid his head back on his pillow and sighed. He was still a prisoner of that psychopath. He had just changed prisons. The nurse came back with a syringe.

"What's that?" asked Sam, eyeing the needle.

"It's a sedative that the doctor just prescribed. It will help you rest," said the nurse.

"I don't want it," Sam protested.

"Sorry, doctor's orders," she said as she injected the drug into the IV port.

Sam drifted off into unconsciousness. Orderlies came and moved him to his new 'prison.'