[with her blacked out, but in his arms, he could at least feel her breathing. It didn't stop his panic though. When he got her to the hosiptal, she was taken to be given pain medicine and to be worked on.
In that time, he badgered the staff and paced. Then badgered the staff again. Then paced some more. He couldn't stay still. His mind was focusing on fifty thousand things at once and whirring uselessly, it felt like. He ignored the burn in his eyes, the tugging at his heart that he could feel. Or tried to at least. He couldn't stop the guilt though. It gnawed through him endlessly this time, and nor could he stop it.
He was frantic by the time he was able to get in and see her. He didn't listen to the doctor droning on in the background couldn't tear his eyes away from her face, hidden by bandages they'd put on the worst parts.
He felt the weight of the monkey hand in his jacket. No. That's what got her in this mess in the first place. Common sense he shouldn't. Guilt that wormed it's way through him told him he should. But he decided to wait. Until she was awake. He didn't know what it would do after all. He figured it couldn't go much more south than this, though.]
[She wasn't aware of much, even when she was handed off, it didn't seem to register in her mind.
It would be some time before she would actually register that she was in a bed. It was far from the most comfortable, but with how she felt, every bed would be uncomfortable. Slowly, she became more aware of her surroundings. Even with the haze she felt from the anesthesia, she could still feel the burns, the agony of seared flesh. Blinking back the welling tears, Mary slowly glanced around the room; it didn't take a genius to recognize that she was in a hospital. ...Or that she wasn't alone. Staring at the man in the room with her, she relaxed back into the pillows as best she could.]
...Thank you...
[Even if she was in pain, he didn't have to help her. Much less stay with her...and judging from the bandages she could feel, she'd been here for some time.]
A-are you... okay? does it still hurt a lot? [they were probably stupid questions, But he couldn't not ask them. What else was he supposed to say? What else could he say?]
[They were stupid questions, but she was touched that he cared enough to ask. Besides, she wasn't dead so she really couldn't complain.] It could be worse... [And would have been worse if he hadn't gotten her here.]
... [No idea where it is? Unless she fell into some kind of portal, how the hell could she have ended up so far from home that no one knew where it was? The name didn't even sound remotely familiar.] Pareidolia? Are we even still in America?
I don't think so. The money is weird, and the city.... it's weird. [Now, he had a choice. Let her know he was a hunter, and deal with the inevitable fall ouot when his parentage - her - was revealed, seeing as he knows she never wanted her kids to be hunters. Or act clueless, watch her from the shadows to make sure she's safe, and deal with the fall-out of flat-out lying to her.
Plus, it still always felt a little wrong lying to her, and when he was in the past, it had been a necessity. And he didn't have to live in the same town as her.
Hmm... either way, he had to let her know some of what she was in for, so she's somewhat prepared.]
and by weird, I mean it sometimes moves the streets around and changes sometimes. Like... Like magic. [He wants to see her reaction to that, and make up his mind about his choice off that.]
[Weird? Weird as in a big city or weird as in most cities and towns once night fell? Not that she could tell him about the latter. Not only did she doubt he would believe her, but no one should have that kind of information forced upon them.
Frowning deeper as he clarified himself, she wasn't sure how to proceed. Magic would certainly explain how she was suddenly here, but why her? She wasn't an active threat, hadn't been for ten years...there was no reason to send her so far from her home.
She can't let on that it's a very real possibility though, not until she's sure there wasn't a perfectly mundane reason for what he says happens.]
Magic? Are you sure there's no other explanation? Perhaps you're just getting lost and think the streets are moving.
[Well, he supposes he should elaborate a little. After all, the... things that happen here, she'll find out the hard way anyway.
He gives a wry smile.] Getting lost doesn't suddenly turn everything to candy. I mean everything. [He uses the candy because it's the lightest thing he could use as an example.]
[Maybe she was on stronger pain meds than she thought. Unless there was a trickster here, which could explain the streets changing, why would whatever was here, if anything, turn things into candy?
Thinking as quickly as she could, which wasn't too fast at the moment, she tried to prod for more information. If she was stuck here, she may as well try to help him until she found a way out.] ...Have you noticed any other weird things?...
He reaches in his pocket, and pulls out his monkey paw.] This is the most recent thing. It grants wishes... but badly. [A slight pause, then a sigh] I'm starting to doubt whether wishes can be answered in a good way.
[Okay, it might not be the first time he's doubted it, but... it was true. Maybe we shouldn't all get what we want.]
[Sighing softly as she saw the paw, she just hoped that he hadn't tried to wish for anything.]
...You shouldn't change how things are supposed to be. The price...it'll always be too expensive in the long run.
[Her children could have been killed by her own selfish wants. They could have gone through the same horror that she had and been in the same pain she was now...such innocents should never have to suffer something so horrible and traumatic. She just hoped that Sammy is too young to remember and Dean never saw.]
...Just throw that away and don't try to use it... [Please.]
I've tried throwing it away. Hell, it was the first thing I did. It just... re-appears.
.........And the first one was an accident. [Then he noticed that one, not two, fingers were missing. He had some releif sneak in, and a small smile threatened the corner of his lips, which he just about kept a straight face.
She'd been saved, not dragged here by a wish gone wrong. It might not change the fact she was still hurt badly, but it just seemed... different.] I'm trying not to use the rest [But it's so hard when I'm sat here while you're hurting.]
...Just keep that in mind. Don't use it...whatever you want, it's not worth it.
[And then his words seemed to sink in. He'd already used it. Accident or not, he'd still have to pay for his wishes.]
First one? ...What did you ask for...and what was the second?
[She just hoped they weren't anything that could be taken the wrong way..if he asked for something big, the payment would be twice as big. As she was now, she couldn't do much to help him or possibly stop any big consequences.]
In that time, he badgered the staff and paced. Then badgered the staff again. Then paced some more. He couldn't stay still. His mind was focusing on fifty thousand things at once and whirring uselessly, it felt like. He ignored the burn in his eyes, the tugging at his heart that he could feel. Or tried to at least. He couldn't stop the guilt though. It gnawed through him endlessly this time, and nor could he stop it.
He was frantic by the time he was able to get in and see her. He didn't listen to the doctor droning on in the background couldn't tear his eyes away from her face, hidden by bandages they'd put on the worst parts.
He felt the weight of the monkey hand in his jacket. No. That's what got her in this mess in the first place. Common sense he shouldn't. Guilt that wormed it's way through him told him he should. But he decided to wait. Until she was awake. He didn't know what it would do after all. He figured it couldn't go much more south than this, though.]
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It would be some time before she would actually register that she was in a bed. It was far from the most comfortable, but with how she felt, every bed would be uncomfortable. Slowly, she became more aware of her surroundings. Even with the haze she felt from the anesthesia, she could still feel the burns, the agony of seared flesh. Blinking back the welling tears, Mary slowly glanced around the room; it didn't take a genius to recognize that she was in a hospital. ...Or that she wasn't alone. Staring at the man in the room with her, she relaxed back into the pillows as best she could.]
...Thank you...
[Even if she was in pain, he didn't have to help her. Much less stay with her...and judging from the bandages she could feel, she'd been here for some time.]
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Plus, it still always felt a little wrong lying to her, and when he was in the past, it had been a necessity. And he didn't have to live in the same town as her.
Hmm... either way, he had to let her know some of what she was in for, so she's somewhat prepared.]
and by weird, I mean it sometimes moves the streets around and changes sometimes. Like... Like magic. [He wants to see her reaction to that, and make up his mind about his choice off that.]
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Frowning deeper as he clarified himself, she wasn't sure how to proceed. Magic would certainly explain how she was suddenly here, but why her? She wasn't an active threat, hadn't been for ten years...there was no reason to send her so far from her home.
She can't let on that it's a very real possibility though, not until she's sure there wasn't a perfectly mundane reason for what he says happens.]
Magic? Are you sure there's no other explanation? Perhaps you're just getting lost and think the streets are moving.
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He gives a wry smile.] Getting lost doesn't suddenly turn everything to candy. I mean everything. [He uses the candy because it's the lightest thing he could use as an example.]
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[Maybe she was on stronger pain meds than she thought. Unless there was a trickster here, which could explain the streets changing, why would whatever was here, if anything, turn things into candy?
Thinking as quickly as she could, which wasn't too fast at the moment, she tried to prod for more information. If she was stuck here, she may as well try to help him until she found a way out.] ...Have you noticed any other weird things?...
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He reaches in his pocket, and pulls out his monkey paw.] This is the most recent thing. It grants wishes... but badly. [A slight pause, then a sigh] I'm starting to doubt whether wishes can be answered in a good way.
[Okay, it might not be the first time he's doubted it, but... it was true. Maybe we shouldn't all get what we want.]
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...You shouldn't change how things are supposed to be. The price...it'll always be too expensive in the long run.
[Her children could have been killed by her own selfish wants. They could have gone through the same horror that she had and been in the same pain she was now...such innocents should never have to suffer something so horrible and traumatic. She just hoped that Sammy is too young to remember and Dean never saw.]
...Just throw that away and don't try to use it... [Please.]
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.........And the first one was an accident. [Then he noticed that one, not two, fingers were missing. He had some releif sneak in, and a small smile threatened the corner of his lips, which he just about kept a straight face.
She'd been saved, not dragged here by a wish gone wrong. It might not change the fact she was still hurt badly, but it just seemed... different.] I'm trying not to use the rest [But it's so hard when I'm sat here while you're hurting.]
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[And then his words seemed to sink in. He'd already used it. Accident or not, he'd still have to pay for his wishes.]
First one? ...What did you ask for...and what was the second?
[She just hoped they weren't anything that could be taken the wrong way..if he asked for something big, the payment would be twice as big. As she was now, she couldn't do much to help him or possibly stop any big consequences.]
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