A/N: So here's another Devil's Trap Reaction. From what I've read, this is still pretty "original." I should also mention that most of my hospital knowledge/experience comes from watching ER, so my hospital-procedures-accuracy is prob'ly a little . . . inaccurate. :)
Disclaimer: Is that voice screaming, "They're mine! ALL MINE!" still in my head? Rats.
Lost
It's not a matter of vengeance anymore.
"Look, we still have the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We should start over, alright – I mean, we already found the Demon once – "
A flash of light
Pain
Darkness.
Beep, beep
Gasp
Beep, beep, beep
Release
A muffled voice from a distance: "Dr. Hermmon, line two. Dr. Hermmon, line two."
Beep, beep
Gasp
An eye cracked open.
Beep, beep, beep
White ceiling.
Release
The eye blinked, adjusting to the new light as he groggily took stock.
Beep, beep
His entire right side felt broken; throbbed to the beep. A dull ache sat in his head. Tiny glass shards poked into his swollen eye.
Beep, beep, beep
What happened?
Release
Almost sick with terror of what he might find, his head rolled a fraction of an inch.
Gasp
A stranger.
Beep, beep, beep
He didn't know if that was better or worse.
Release
A lab coat walked in, scuffing a sneaker-heel as it brought in the quiet bustle outside.
It noticed the change immediately.
"Good morning, Mr. Winchester," she murmured.
Something between a growl and a grunt rumbled out of his throat. He winced as his body retaliated.
The brush of cloth on cloth signaled her approach. Something settled somewhere close. Liquid poured and landed. He felt a cool hand on his forehead before it skimmed through his hair and lifted the back of his head.
Beep, beep, beep
A few sips of water ran down his throat.
Release
"You've been in and out for almost three days."
Light
Pain
Darkness
"M'boys." Adrenaline shot through him and he struggled to sit up. "Where my boys?" He collapsed under her gentle push.
Her gaze broke from his; glanced at the other man as she chewed her lip.
He's on a breathing machine, sweetheart. He ain't goin' anywhere.
Silence.
Beep, beep
Gasp
Beep, beep, beep
Release
"I don't know how else to say it, so I'll just spit it out." She looked straight at him. His good hand clutched at the bed sheets.
No. Oh, God – Please – No.
"The only reason we know someone else was in the car comes from two other sets of bloodstains. We don't know if they woke up and went for help, or were kidnapped . . ."
His mind stopped working at bloodstains. (Oh, God – Dean – Couldn't stop it – Too much blood.) His focus snapped back to her as she pressed her palms to his cheeks and leaned into him.
"Mr. Winchester, your sons are gone."
Another A/N: If there's a continuation, it's gonna be awhile, so, like, don't hold your breath. :pauses, shakes head: What I mean is I don't have anything from this Point A to the Point R(or so) that's bubbling in the back of my brain, so any-and-all input - be it questions, corrections, or ideas - is welcome and appreciated.