Erin threw her fifth Styrofoam cup to the wastebasket. It had passed more than four hours since the Winchesters had been wheeled inside the ER, and nobody had still told her how they were. She hoped that that meant the three of them were still there, fighting for their lives. She sat up again in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs and re-read for the umpteenth time the old fashion magazine someone had left there. She had landed in Missouri less than half a day ago, but it already looked like it had passed an eternity. She had hoped maybe, when she arrived the Demon would already be destroyed, but of course, it hadn't been the case. She needed to know what had happened and why the Colt had only one bullet left. She had for sure, when the Winchesters had found it, the Colt had five bullets, but John had used one in killing that vampire who was threatening his sons. Where the hell had the other three been wasted into?
She shook her head at the same time the ER door opened and a Doctor, with a tired expression approached her.
"I'm Doctor Shepard. You're the one who found out about the accident and called 911, right?"
Erin nodded.
"How are they?"
She suddenly was afraid. Afraid that the answer held the word 'dead'. Was afraid that any of the Winchesters had suffered permanent damage…
"The older man, John Adams, as his ID reads, is the one who's suffered fewer injuries. We had to extract a bullet from his leg, but after checking with 911, it looks like they received an emergency call asking the nearest hospital to Road 11, mile 127. The caller reported a bullet injury on a man's leg and another man having been slashed on the chest. When asked for delivering an ambulance, the caller hung up. So, I think we won't be very far from the truth if we assume these are the men the caller was referring too."
Erin nodded. So if she understood correctly, one of the boys had used the Colt on their father? Why? And someone slashed on the chest? That must have been Dean if all that dried blood on his t-shirt was any indication.
" As I was saying, John Adams has had surgery to extract the bullet, which we have already given to the Sheriff to start an investigation. He has some deep lacerations on his face due to the car crash which have been treated. And of course, he'll be sore and stiff for a few days, but otherwise will be fine."
Dr. Shepard moved on the next file.
"Samuel Adams. He was the one driving the car, and arrived here with a concussion. We believe he knocked himself out with the steering wheel. He's got also some deep lacerations on his face and neck which have required some stitches, and a hairline fracture which we'll be monitoring very closely. It also looks like he had received quite a beating"
Finally, the Dr. Shepard opened the third file.
"Dean Adams. Had it been for the accident alone, he wouldn't have more than a few lacerations, bumps and cuts. Problem is, he had a deep gash on his chest and he had lost a lot of blood. We've needed to give him some pints of blood in order to try and stabilize him before attempting anything else. The chest would was already starting to show signs of infection and he's developed a fever, so after sewing it up, we've started him on antibiotics. He's the only one of them who is in the ICU. But we're positive all three of them will make it alive. Not so lucky was the semi driver, unfortunately."
The three of them would be fine. She hadn't realised she had been holding her breath until she let out a long sigh. And of course, all the adrenaline of the night, of finding the old Impala run over by that semi, of killing that possessed man, of finally finding the Winchesters and fearing it may had been too late catch up on her. She rested her back to the wall of the corridor and closed her eyes. She didn't even realise the doctor was still talking until he shut up and the silence filled the long corridor. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"As I was saying, do you know any of them?" obviously, the Doctor had asked that question more than once. She denied. The Doctor smiled sympathetically. She guessed he thought she was in shock after having seen that dead man and that family crushed under the semi. If only he knew.
"You'll have to fill some forms in case we need to contact you, but after that, you should go home and get some rest. You've done all you could and those men may be alive thanks to you"
The Doctor put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed briefly. She smiled a little. Now it was her chance.
"Thank you. But before I go… is there any chance I can spoke with… John it was? Or with Samuel? Just to… well, I'd like to make sure they're really okay…may be it sounds crazy but..:
She shrugged. The Doctor looked at her for a couple of seconds before nodding.
"John is awake and resting. He's been moved to room 733."
Erin smiled again.
"Thank you very much"
She went to the elevators and pushed the seventh floor button. Once there, she followed the lines on the floor until she was in front of the room 733. With a tentative hand he pushed the door which opened. She peeked inside. There was only one occupant although there were two beds on the room. She had only seen John Winchester with his face bloody and discoloured, but she was sure it was the same man that was now lying in one of the beds, with a heavy bandaged leg, and with some stitches on his face.
She slowly entered the room. It looked like John Winchester was sleeping. She couldn't help but think again how things had got so wrong so fast, when suddenly John opened up his eyes, and throw something at her while muttering something unintelligible.
"In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti…''
She looked down at herself. White little crystals were spattered on her jacket. She picked one up and tasted it. She looked again at John.
"You've salted me?"
John stopped his canticle and looked at her, surprised. If the situation hadn't been so serious, she would have laughed out loud.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm no demon. So please, don't waste your Holy Water"
She approached the bed.
"I've come to help you, John"
John looked at her, suspiciously.
"Why? Who are you?"
promise next chapter will be a little more revealing about who's Erin and why she knows what she knows, but I felt I needed to explain the health situation of the three Winchesters. Sorry if this chapter is a little boring, next will be better, I promise:)
