Sam took the Impala to the hospital. He waited in a hard plastic chair for some word on Kira. A long while later a doctor walked out of the E.R. covered in blood. Sam had a sinking feeling it was Kira's. The doctor glanced at Sam.

"I'm Doctor Lawes. Are you Kira's friend?"

"Yes, how is she?"

"She is being settled in right now. The cut was pretty severe but not deep enough to do major damage. It did require eighty stitches."

"No."

"She's asking for you. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to her." They walked down the hall and into a room. Kira was lost in a bed, her arm swathed in bandages from elbow to wrist.

"I'll stop back in an hour." The doctor left.

"Hey baby. How do you feel?"

"I'm okay I guess. A little shaken up. It hurts." She said tiredly.

Sam pulled up a chair and grasped her good hand gently.

"I'm so sorry. I should have known."

"How could you? You didn't have a vision. It's not your fault Sam."

"No, but it's not over and that is my fault."

"What do you mean?"

"Kira. I killed those two. I used my abilities. I couldn't be connected to that because of Dean, so I told the cops you fought them off before I found you."

"So that's what I'll tell them. It's my turn to protect you." She pulled her hand from Sam's and caressed his cheek. He turned his head and kissed her palm.

"Is Dean okay? They didn't hurt him?"

"No. He's fine. The doctor says he'd like to keep you overnight. But he said if you want to go home its okay as long as someone stays with you. I told him I would. Do you want to stay?"

"No. I want to go home Sam."

Sam kissed her and went to find the doctor. He signed her release papers and waited until the nurse, from before, helped her dress. She came out of the room.

"Now Kira, if it starts to throb, just hold it above your heart for a minute. Have Sam help you change your dressing, and don't move it more than you have to."

"Thanks, Michelle."

"Be sure she gets some rest, Sam."

"I will. Thank you."

Sam put a hand to the small of Kira's back and guided her to the Impala.

"Sam, Michelle told me what they did to my hair. Can you cut it for me? I would myself, but…" she held up her bandaged arm.

"Yeah. Let's get you home." Back at the motel, in Kira's suite Sam cut her wavy hair. It went from mid back to just above her shoulder blades. Sam was sad and angry that she'd suffered. I should have known. Everyone I love suffers.

"You're quiet, Sam."

"I'm just sorry we had to cut your beautiful hair."

"I'm just glad he didn't scalp me" Kira smiled, meeting Sam's gaze in the mirror. Her smile faded. "Sam, do you mind if I stay with you? I'm… scared to be alone."

"Come on." Kira and Sam went to his room. Dean woke as they entered.

"Hey Kira. How you feelin'?

"I'm alright. Just a few stitches, like you."

Sam snorted. "She thinks eighty is a few, Dean." Dean turned green.

"I'm bored Sammy. Let's do something."

"Kira needs rest."

"Let's play cards." She suggested.

"Sounds good to me." They passed the evening with a friendly card game. Sam held Kira's cards for her and watched with a smile as she repeatedly kicked Dean's ass.

"You ought to consider poker for a living. You're good." Dean grinned.

Kira stifled a yawn and so did Sam. "It's been a long day. Let's turn in. Kira's staying here tonight, Dean."

"Okay."