Supernatural - An Alternate Life or Real Life?

Disclaimer: I lay no claim to the characters or the show. Also Trinity Nebraska is a creation of my imagination.

Author's Note: To the person none, who left an anon review on Chapter 1, as you will see if you keep reading this particular hospital is not a normal one, and therefore the ER is not the same as others, hence the difference in what would happen.

And on a side note, I am not sure what American hospitals are like except for what I have seen on TV and in books. Here in Australia things are slightly different, when I was taken to emergency after my accident no one was in there with me except the nurses and doctors. My family had to wait in the waiting room, until I was allowed to see anyone. Still different countries different systems. Thanks for the review and hope you keep reading and enjoy this story.

CHAPTER TWO

Sam watched the nurses move around him, they worked in silence each absorbed in their own tasks. Content to watch them for now, he kept his eyes closed to just slits, where he could peer out through his eye lashes and watch them undisturbed. His mind filled with a dense foggy feeling, thick, cloying, and confusing, he tried so hard to remember exactly what had happened and the vision he had earlier but they all seemed hidden by the fog. As they wheeled the bed from the MRI room, the nurses started to discuss his case in hushed tones, straining he could just make out their words. 'The doctor wants him restrained when we get him to the ward.' Hope said as she went ahead to open the door in front of them, 'he is in the advanced regions.'

'Did the doctor mention his plan for treatment yet?'

'No Grace, but he did mention something about electro, oh he's written up the sedatives already, he wants Mr Mitchell to be quite calm.'

'Ha more like comatose.' Grace snorted as she stared down at Sam's face, 'shame he's such a good looking boy.'

'The doctor knows what he is doing.' Hope said as she glanced down at Sam as well, 'he's brother might be a problem.'

'No, apparently the doctor has it all worked out, actually I think the doctor wants to check him too, to see if he has the same levels as Sam here.'

Sam could feel his heart beating hard against his chest as the panic started to rise in him; he had to warn Dean, but how? They had taken his mobile phone and all of his clothes, a soft moan escaped from his lips as the frustration grew inside him.

'He's starting to come too.' Grace said as she stopped pushing the bed and gave Sam her full attention, 'hey Sam welcome back.' She added with a bright smile as his eyes flickered open and focused on her plain features.

'Where's Dean?' Sam croaked out, his throat felt like sandpaper it was so dry.

'Oh, I guess he will be back soon, he just went to get freshened up and something to eat, nothing for you to worry about Sam.' She spoke to him, in a slow almost condescending tone, as though she was soothing a small child. While she kept Sam's attention on her, Hope injected another vial of medication into the IV bung and then they continued into the small two-bed ward.

'Ah Isabelle, it's nice to see you awake, we have a new roommate for you.' Hope spoke to the occupant in the only other bed. 'Isabelle Williams this is Sam Mitchell, Sam this is your new roomie Isabelle Williams.'

Blinking hard Sam stared at the pale young woman lying in the bed next to his, she lay so still that Sam thought she may have been unconscious when her head moved slightly, turning just enough for her to look over at him.

'Now don't mind that Isabelle isn't much of a talker, she's very ... shy.'

'What happened to her?'

'She collapsed at college, only recently coming out of her coma – she is a bit of a pet for the doctors, similar to yourself Sam, I think that's why the doctor suggested that we place you two together.'

Sam opened his mouth to ask another question but nothing came out, panicked he tried to move but ... As his eyes closed he caught the look of horror on Isabelle's face before the blackness took hold and pulled him back into the void.

The two nurses finished fussing about his bed and setting up his monitors before they left Sam alone, completely ignoring Isabelle they left the room, chatting happily as they headed back to their positions in reception.

Isabelle turned to watch Sam as he struggled against the strong drugs coursing through his system, 'fight it Sam.' She whispered, 'fight them.'

TBC