Okay. I'm totally not gonna like. Sweetkiwi604 wrote about 90% of this chapter because she had better ideas for this chapter than I did. So thanks girl!

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Sorry for the long delay. A friend of mine that I haven't seen in about 10ish years stopped by for a week than I got really sick. So I hadn't been writing till this week! Hope you all enjoy! R&R!

General Point of View

"Kat…Katherine!" Sam cried out desperately trying to keep her awake as he watched his sister's eyes fluttering but it was no use and her eyes closed giving into the darkness that was calling her.

Seconds later Dean's boots were heard stomping down the hallway with urgency. "Sam, how bad is it?" He demanded trying to assess how bad things were. Dean dropped to his knees beside them taking off his over shirt immediately and pressing it on her wound. Little did he know it was bad.

"I can't…I can't wake her up," Sam choked out the words and was grateful as Dean hauled her up into his arms, taking control of the situation and running out to the car.

Sam followed quickly behind barely catching the keys Dean had tossed him before getting in the backseat with an unconscious Kat in his lap. The closest hospital was only about ten minutes but every second felt like a lifetime to the brothers.

"Drive faster," Dean hollered thinking nothing more than he couldn't stop the bleeding and he would be damned if she died on his watch. He pressed the shirt harder against her stomach as he watched the color draining from her face and being replaced with little beads of sweat, a sure sign she was going into shock from the blood loss.

Normally, Sam would have argued but today wasn't that day as he accelerated the car to over seventy miles an hour causing the car to fishtail a couple of times before coming to a screeching halt in front of the emergency room doors.

Dean easily carried her through the automatic doors begging someone, anyone, to help his little sister.

KAT'S P.O.V.

"...beautiful eyes, Kat." It sounded like someone was crying. "Come on, Kitty. Open your eyes." I knew the voice was talking to me but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't obey the voice that I had never disobeyed a day in my life. My eyelids were too heavy like they weighed a million tons.

"Please babe, open your eyes for us." I heard another voice pleading with me. Another voice I recognized. One that had left for a while. I missed him. I wanted to see his face but my eyes wouldn't open.

After a couple of minutes of silence I was able to peel open my eyes little by little until they were about half way open, which is as far as I could get them and where they stayed. Both of my brothers had their heads down and each had a hand on either side of the bed. I gave each of their hands a tiny squeeze, all that I could manage to do, to let them know I was back in the land of the living.

"Oh, thank God," Sam whispered closing his eyes and letting out a breath of relief.

"Hey, beautiful," Dean smiled using his free hand to push some hair out of my face, "how you feeling?"

"Like I got stabbed in the stomach by a hook," I replied honestly before muttering, "you dumbass." Both my brothers' mouths twitched at the smile that was threatening to come out on their faces.

"Good to know it hasn't affected your sense of humor," Dean retorted. I let out a strangled laugh. Actually, it was more of a snort and I realized too late that I would probably have stitches and any quick movements would definitely pull on them making it hurt like a bitch.

"Easy there squirt," Sam soothed as I started in a coughing fit. He brought a cup of water up to my lips and I drank taking small sips trying to relieve the dryness in my throat but the more I woke up the more anxious I became.

"How long have I been out?" I questioned nervously after all the coughing had stopped. My brothers gave each other a look over my bed making me want to slap them. I hated when they silently talked. It was annoying. "Guys," I tried pulling their attention back to the question, "how long?"

The lack of answer wasn't helping me keep it together and I tried to take a couple of slow calming breaths as I felt my heart beat picking up.

"Um..." Sam started hesitantly looking over to Dean, almost as if he was asking permission, "about five days."

"WHAT!? No, no, no, no, no, no," I started to panic trying to rip the IV out of my arm and get out of bed.

Hospitals meant questions. Questions that if weren't answered correctly would tear our family apart but I wasn't thinking clearly enough to ask what they had told the doctor or what was wrong with me, my only thought was leaving. It was getting harder to breathe by the second and my mind told me everything would be alright if I could just get outside.

"Kat! Kat, calm down!" Dean commanded putting his hands on my shoulders as I started to remove myself from the bed, "You'll rip your stitches!"

"I don't care! Let me go, Dean, I need to go. We need to go. Please, I have to go," I rambled my breaths getting quicker and shallower as the seconds ticked by.

"Kat?" Sam questioned watching the interaction between Dean and me with confusion on his face.

"Kitty, you need to breathe," Dean instructed keeping his voice in a firm but calm manner, "everything's fine."

"No, it's not," I shook my head trying and failing to fight against him. God, why was it so hard to breathe? He needed to get off me and I needed to get out of here, I needed my mind to slow down enough to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Katherine, stop!" Dean hollered raising his voice and grabbing onto my wrists so I couldn't hit him. Trust me, I was going to.

I stopped struggling with him long enough to look him dead in the eyes and say through gritted teeth, "Get me the hell out of here."

"Sorry babe, I can't do that," he moved so that he could wrap his arms around me and I realized that at some point Sam had left the room because he was now walking back in with a doctor on his tail.

I started freaking out again. I hated hospitals but even more than that I hated doctors. Not only did Sam just bring a doctor in with him but he came in with a needle.

"What are you doing with that?" I demanded my breathing quickening to the point I start to get light headed.

"Relax, miss, everything will be fine," he smiled. He was doing something over by the monitors and seconds later I realized that he had injected my IV with a sedative as my eyes drooped and I fell limp in Dean's arms.

General P.O.V.

Dean carefully laid his sister back in the bed and covered her with the blanket placing a small kiss on her forehead before running a frustrated hand over his face. The doctor checked her vitals, checked that she didn't pull any stitches and made a few notes in her chart prior to leaving the room.

"Dean," Sam questioned watching his brother closely as he took up his previous post next to Kat, "What is it?"

Dean shook his head angrily and took a deep breath, "I should have known this was going to happen."

"Dean, it could have happened to any of us…" Sam tried to reason with his brother thinking he was talking about the accident itself and not the freak out Kat had just experienced.

"That's not what I mean," Dean cut him off and clarified, "I was so worried about her not waking up I never told the doctors about the medication she's on. She's been without it for five days Sam. It's my fault she woke up the way she did."

And in true Winchester fashion, Dean blamed himself, putting the weight of the world on his shoulders.

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