Break the habit of a lifetime part 8
"Flight five one eight to Heathrow, England is now boarding. Would all passengers please make their way to gate eleven. Thank you."
Lola wiped at her red, puffy eyes as she clutched her boarding pass tightly. As she thought back to the hospital and the argument with Dean she'd had less than an hour before hand she felt another wave of tears threatening to fall. Lola was as stubborn as he was and would never admit to anyone just how heart wrenching it was to walk away from Dean when he so obviously needed help,
"What would Sam say…?" She breathed, "He's never abandoned Dean no mater how irritable he gets." Lola felt guilty at this thought. How could she just walk away from Dean like she had? He was severely injured, barely able to walk and she'd been so uncaring and so afraid of being hurt that she hadn't seen his cry for help. With a sudden spin she turned to the main entrance and made a run. Her truck was still in the airport car park waiting for Bobby to pick it up again not long after dropping it off for her. She knew she had to get back to the hospital, swallow her pride and stand her ground where Dean was concerned. She realized that if Dean didn't care for her, Sam wouldn't have called her to be by his side the way he had. Silently cursing herself for her own stupidity she screeched out of the car park and back towards the hospital.
Back at the hospital Maggie entered Sam's hospital room. She walked over to the side of Sam's bed looking to see if the deal had gone into effect yet. She let out a sigh of frustration. Why wasn't it working?
Just then she felt a sharp pain in the center of her forehead. She felt something warm and wet trickling down her head. She felt at her head, moving her hand down she realized that it was blood. The pain grew even more intense, she franticly felt round to the back of her head that too was bleeding. Suddenly she doubled over in pain as a blinding pain hit her in the back. Blood began to seep through her white tank top. She cried out in pain, struggling for breath. Her chest tightened as began to loose feeling in her extremities.
She took in one last sharp breath and just as she did, Sam sprung into consciousness.
He saw Maggie lying motionless on the floor, immersed in a pool of blood. But he couldn't move or even shout for help, as the breathing tube was still connected. He frantically felt around for the nurses call button. He pressed it repeatedly, his eyes wide and fixed on Maggie.
Dean was walking up to Sam's room when he saw a yellow light flashing above his door, he fastened his pace as much as he could, fear and terror setting in.
When he got to the doorway, he saw Sam gagging on the tube, his eyes watering with pain and fear. Dean finally noticed Maggie on the floor.
"Oh my god…help… I need help in here!" Dean called out to anyone that would hear him. He crouched down as fast as his aching muscles would allow next to Maggie. He held her cheek, trying to rouse her. But her face was deathly white and flopped as Dean moved it to the side.
"Maggie…Maggie." Dean called out her name, a team of nurses who scooped up Maggie and took her into the room next door pulled him away.
Dean looked at Sam, who was now free from the life support. He looked at him to check if he was okay. Sam nodded, urging him to go on and check on Maggie. Dean nodded back and left Sam with the nurse who had stayed behind to care for him.
After 3 agonising hours waiting for the all clear, the doctor fianlly emerged from Maggie's room and approached the two brother's, who were waiting on tenderhooks in the hallway. "She's stable but still in criticle condition and Im afraid she has gone into a coma, there's nothing we can do now but keep her vitals up and wait." The doctor informed, his voice solem and sympathetic. He gave a small nod and left the boys to say thier goodbyes. They went into the room, the only sounds were the constant beeps from the heart monitor. Sam stood beside Maggie looking down at her small frail body, scarred and bloodied.
"We can't leave her like this Dean." Sam pleaded as Dean walked round Maggie's bedside to the door. Dean stopped in his tracks, a sense of guilt and sadness filling his face. He looked over Sam's shoulder a Maggie. Her long brunet hair gently trailed over her shoulders. Her mouth was open slightly as the tube from the life support pulled her bottom lip down.
"Sam we can't do anything for her, not sitting around here anyway",
Sam shook his head, but he knew Dean was right, no matter how much he hated to admit it. He stamped his foot down before turning on his heals and trailing off down the corridor. Dean hung back; he looked back at Maggie. "I'm sorry" He said quietly then left the room after Sam.
An eerie silence filled the room, the chirping of the birds outside the window suddenly stopped. Suddenly Maggie's eyes shot open, only the hazel brown colour had been replaced by a thick dark black. She raised her left hand and pulled out the breathing tube with no distress. She took in a sharp breath and sat upright. She yanked out the wires from her chest and finger. She then pulled out the IV without even flinching.
Maggie pressed the nurse call button that was hung by her bed then moved over to the door and hid out of sight. A male nurse entered the room and Maggie kicked him in the back causing him to fly across the floor. Maggie shut the door and stalked over to the nurse, sprawled out on the cold floor. She used her foot to turn him over onto his back then knelt down beside him. She took hold of the nurse's head, and with one quick motion, broke his neck. Maggie removed the badge and then his uniform. A few minutes later she emerged from the room, disguised in scrubs.
Keeping her head down Maggie managed to walk right out of the hospital. She even swiped a bag of clothes from a patient that was sitting in the ambulance bay without the woman noticing. Just as Maggie walked out of the hospital grounds with a smug look on her face, Lola's black pick up passed. Fortunately Maggie didn't notice; she kept on walking past the large stone fountain facing the front of the hospital. Lola looked on in shock; she circled round the fountain and began to follow Maggie, keeping her speed to a minimal so as not to be noticed by Maggie, or whoever she was possessed by.
Meanwhile, Dean was back behind the wheel of his beloved Impala, he took the drive slow as his arms were still a little sore. Black Sabbath was playing full blast on the radio as they made their way back to the hotel along the dark road. Sam lent forward his face creased into a frown, and turned the radio off, almost pulling off the button.
"Something wrong Sammy?" Dean enquired, taken aback by his brother's actions. Sam didn't answer; he remained silent for the rest of the journey. When the finally arrived at the hotel and pulled into the parking lot, Sam kicked open the door and stormed up to the hotel entrance.
"What the hell is you're problem?" Dean fumed as he caught up with Sam.
"Where's Lola?" Sam asked, tilting his head to one side.
"She took off again."
"What did you say this time?"
"Nothing!" Dean snapped. "She said that I keep pushing her away, so I said that if she hated so much she should go, so she did".
Sam stared at his brother in disbelief.
"You're an idiot you know that."
"Whaaat?" Dean drawled.
"The one girl entire world that actually gets you, that isn't some empty headed moron that only wants you for one night. She actually likes you and cares about you." "Do you know what, I'd give anything to have a girl like Lola look at me the way she looks at you."
"Then you have her!"
"…God you really are a jerk you know that."
"Hey screw you, everyone seems to think that I've fallen for this girl!"
"If you would just admit it then…" Sam trailed off. "She's right you know, you're pushing everyone away. Even now you cant even think of Maggie and the sacrifices she's made! Pretty soon you're going to end up all alone!" You keep this up and you're going to die alone Dean!"
Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam before turning and storming out of the hotel.
He tramped up to the Impala and dropped into the car, slammed the driver door shut and sped out of the lot in reverse. He got to the road and skidded round to face the horizon. With the stereo blaring, Dean floored it down the road.
What seemed like a few seconds later, due to the speed he was going, Dean screeched to a halt on a wooden bridge over looking a river. He kicked open the car door and got out of the driver's seat. He turned round and lent against the side of the car, resting his hands on the roof.
He couldn't hold it together anymore. The walls that he had tried so hard to keep up finally broke down. Sam was right; sooner or later he was going to end up alone. And it would be no ones fault but his own. The emotional closure that he had relied on to stop himself from getting hurt, was in reality ultimately going to hurt him even more.
continued in chapter 9