Sam screams out in pain as his body falls victim to convulsions.
Sarah's eyes grow wide in fear as she watches helplessly as Sam writhes in pain. She hears shouts in the hallway and knows someone's coming . . . they'd heard Sam's scream . . .
Sarah: "Oh my God . . ." She glances around . . . not sure what to do. She makes a split second decision and shoves all the magical things into the shopping back Sam had brought them back in. She hides the knife and runs into the bathroom, grabbing some paper towels to attempt to stop the bleeding from her arm. Just as she emerges from the restroom, the door from the hallway bursts open and she is surrounded by doctors and nurses . . .
Doctor: glances around seeing Sam on the floor "What happened?" his voice sounds panicked.
Sarah: "Uhh . . . We were just sitting here . . . talking, and suddenly he just uh . . . collapsed . . ." She looks down at Sam where two male nurses were attempting to hold him still until the convulsions passed. Her eyes brim with tears as she watches. After what seemed like forever, Sam's body becomes still. She watched him carefully . . . she couldn't see him breathing.
Sarah: "Is . . . is he . . ." swallows hard. "He's ok right?" She looks up at the doctor.
The doctor was checking his pulse at the time and didn't respond immediately, which freaked Sarah out even more. Just as she started to speak up again, the doctor rose up and turned to face her.
Doctor: "His pulse is weak, and his breathing is very erratic."
Sarah tried to listen to him when he started talking about tests they needed to run, and blood work comparison since Sam's state seemed to be similar to Dean's. But she couldn't focus on his words. She watched over the doctor's shoulder as they brought in a stretcher and loaded Sam on it. The tears finally wormed their way out of her eyes as she watched them roll him out of the room and off to start their tests . . . He mind tunes back into what he's saying just in time to hear him say that he'll come talk to her just as soon as he knows anything. The doctor gives her a caring pat on the shoulder before walking out the door to follow the stretcher.
Sarah: whispering to herself "It's all my fault . . ." She lets herself slide to the floor. She tucks her knees up under her chin and cries. She hated crying where people could see her, but right now, she didn't care. Sam was hurt, and it was all her fault . . . if she hadn't insisted on helping . . . if she hadn't brought up the spell and insisted they perform it . . . Dean was in some type of coma, and now she'd forced Sam to join him in that state.
she must have cried herself into a restless sleep because she was woken a few hours later by a kind and gentle night shift nurse. The nurse helped her up and led her into the hallway, handing her a cup of coffee. Sarah smiles weakly as she accepted the cup and let the nurse lead her to one of the more comfortable chairs in the waiting room.
Nurse: "You'll be better if you stay out here for awhile . . . clear your head a little . . . you've got a lot on your plate right now, and you need some good solid rest." She smiles down warmly at Sarah.
Sarah looked up at the nurse . . . she was right . . . she was in no condition right now to help Sam and Dean . . . she needed to calm down a bit, stop the self pity and blame, and work on finding a way to help them.
Nurse: "Now don't you worry 'bout a thing Miss Blake . . ." her eyes glinted with knowledge. "You did a brave thing . . . now just give it time to work . . ."
As Sarah listened to the nurses words, she registered for the first time that the older woman had a Creole accent. She peered up curiously at the woman.
Sarah: "What did you say your name was?"
Nurse: leans down and pats Sarah's cheek "Never you mind dear . . . now rest . . ." and suddenly Sarah felt very tired . . . she felt the nurse take the coffee cup from her hands and tried to ask her if she knew about the voodoo . . . but she passed out . . .
The nurse stood up and glanced around . . . when no one was watching, she vanished. Ok, she wasn't really a nurse; she was just dressed that way to blend in. See, whenever any very powerful spells were cast on un-anointed ground, an Ancient was sent to investigate. When she'd gotten the summons to respond to this spell, she was sure that death would be involved. These . . . kids, for lack of a better term, had attempted one of the most powerful spells known to mortals. She had been positive that she would have to do some major work on the damage control front. But that brave couple had done what most highly practiced priestesses couldn't accomplish . . .
Back in the room, the mixture in the mortar slowly began to vaporize and snake its way through the air . . .