Alex stared up at the ceiling. Here she was again. Lying in a hospital room. Her entire body ached, especially her ankle. Her x-ray results showed there was a fracture, most likely because her bones were incredibly weak. She glanced at the IV in her arm, wanting to rip it out. She didn't want to be here. She was tired of the hospital. She had been here too many times. Probably more than cancer patients.
She was startled as the door opened and Dean strolled in. Fortunately he wasn't hurt, with the exception of bruises and scratches. He slightly smiled at Alex, but she didn't smile back. He felt terrible for what happened. He wasn't supposed to let this happen. He was supposed to protect her. But he failed. And now she was even more traumatized. He came beside her bed, gently pressing his lips against hers. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Alex whispered, her voice hoarse as it had been lately.
"I'm so sorry I let this happen."
"It's not your fault, Dean." Alex let a tear escape from her sorrow filled eyes.
"Well it's all over now." Dean sighed, gently wiping away her tear. "Alex, what'd he do to you before I came up?"
"Nothing. It doesn't matter." Alex looked away, feeling more tears build up inside her.
"Alex, what'd he do to you?" Dean repeated in a stern voice, as he grew more nervous.
"Nothing!" Alex growled, becoming agitated. "I don't want to talk about it!"
"Alex…"
"Don't ask me again." Alex glared at him and he nodded.
He stared at her, feeling terrible. She had been through too much. Too much for a person to handle. And Dean didn't know how to help her. He hated seeing her miserable. And just as he thought they were starting to make the slightest progress, Mason came and destroyed everything. Dean was glad he killed him. He deserved it. In fact, he deserved so much more than that. He put Alex through Hell and he got away with being killed. Dean was hoping that he was rotting in Hell. He was baffled at how cruel a person could be. How could one person put another person in such misery?
Alex took in a deep breath. "He's finally gone, but I still feel so scared."
"Alex, that's completely normal. You've been through so much." He slipped in the bed beside her, pulling her close so there was no room left between them. She began to sob, as he held her. "Shh. It's all over now."
"But it's not." Alex whispered. "It's not over when every time you close your eyes he's there attacking you. It's not over when you can't even sit in your own house without being scared. It's not over when every time you put on the TV something about me is on the breaking news caption. It's not over. He may be gone, but his damage hasn't."
Dean didn't know what to say. She was right. Completely right. But the door suddenly opened, startling Alex. A nurse slipped inside, smiling sweetly. "You're discharged."
Dean got up and helped Alex onto her crutches. He followed her outside, where they called Harper to pick them up. Dean called Alex's parents on the way to their house. They were already on their way back. The rest of the car ride was silent. Most people say silence is a blessing, but now, it felt like a slap in the face.
Dean helped Alex inside, letting her rest on the couch. He sat down beside her and pulled her close. He nuzzled his nose in her soft hair, smelling her vanilla scented shampoo. He kissed her head gingerly, pulling her closer so there was no space between them. His fingers danced in her curls and she leaned her head against his shoulder. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She felt hopeless. Completely hopeless. But Dean held her tight and whispered in her ear. "Shh…I know."
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