I'm a reckless goddamn son of a bitch

[momchester]

Who: Mary Winchester and her visitors~
When: 10/22 - 10/24
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: After surviving getting eaten by a grue, Mary has three fun days in the hospital before it gets worse.
Warnings: Injury, language, Lisbeth, and Winchesters.

[The night she comes in, the 21st, is taken up by surgery, family, and much-needed rest, but the next morning she wakes up slightly loopy from the drugs and ready to... stare woozily at the day. She has nasty scrapes on her face that required stitches, a patchwork of hideous bruises, a cast on one wrist, and bandages all over her body, including around her head, with several different IVs and a couple of monitors hooked up to her at once. Overall she looks like a hot mess, but she's coping better than anyone would expect, and when she isn't using her powers to throw things at Lisbeth, her roommate, she's taking visitors.

Some time between Wednesday night and Thursday morning, though, her condition worsens from an unforeseen complication, and she falls unconscious.]


(OOC: please reply under the top-level comment thing for the day your character is visiting. There are only three days because she'll be hiatused coma'd after that, oops. 8( )

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Monday 10/22

[momchester]

[hejhej]

[She's reading another book Nel had brought for her when the cup hits her head. Lisbeth is startled by the pudding cup and she glares at Mary. Damnit, if there ever was a time she needed Jesse more urgently than before...]

[momchester]

[Mary blinks innocently. What? U mad bro?]

[eightofmyninelives]

[There is silence. It's a nice, pleasant afternoon in the hospital.

...Or it was.

A very confused and frazzled looking nurse pokes her head in, attempts to explain to Mary that "her son" is here to see her only to have a skinny, incredibly short teenage boy barrel past said nurse and throw himself upon the edge of the bed like a cat with limbs that are way too long.]

Mary, you gotta stop doin' that. My little ol' heart can't take this abuse much longer. [Ever seen a teenage boy flop dramatically on a hospital bed guardrail?

Now you have.] I don't know anyone else who can deal wit' me while I'm stuck like this.

[momchester]

[A very bemused Mary nods at the nurse, her hand already resting on his head like soothing a melodramatic cat. Once she's gone Mary looks down at him, fingers scritching gently at his hair.]

You know, Sam and Dean are right upstairs. {Time to squeeze her arms around his shoulders in a weak hug.] Dean might not be your favorite person, but Sam's a lot better about things that are different.

[eightofmyninelives]

[This would look terribly weird to anyone watching. Like that nurse over there who has just decided to ollie right the fuck out, because wow is that a teenage boy sighing contentedly over getting his head scritched, is some sort of dominatrix thing...

As soon as she breaks the hug, he makes a face.] No thanks. If I've gotta be out lookin' like this, I'm stayin' right here 'til they throw me out. 'Least they let me in here.

Tuesday 10/23

[momchester]

[hostage]

[Jesse's absent on Monday, preoccupied with catching up on the sleep he missed over the weekend and his search for both the culprit and a healer for Lisbeth. So he's surprised when he walks in to find that Lisbeth's got a roommate.

And it's Mary.]

Oh god -

[Lisbeth's asleep, so he drops his voice to a whisper, walking up to Mary's side. He's holding a bouquet of flowers meant for Lisbeth, which he now clutches so tight his knuckles are white.]

Mary...

[momchester]

[She knew this would happen eventually (if not sooner), so Mary isn't terribly surprised to see him, though it catches her off guard. She sits up a little, uncomfortably, and shifts her weight to face him a tiny bit easier.]

Jesse- hi. Did you not know I was here?

[hostage]

No - God, I'm sorry. I was...

[He has to learn to stop sleeping.]

Are you okay?

[motioned]

[Halfway through the morning, there's a short knock on her door before it swings open, revealing a familiar face holding a tin full of cookies.]

Mary? It's me.

NO. x(

[momchester]

[Mary mutes the TV and looks around, smiling at the ridiculously sweet sight of her.]

Hi, Ahiru. Come on in.

yes B)

[motioned]

[She smiles gently, hurrying in and taking a seat in a chair located by the woman's bedside.]

I brought snickerdoodle. Is that okay?

Wednesday 10/24

[momchester]

(Thursday: dream/closed to Raphael.)

[momchester]

[Mary's been unconscious for about nine hours now since the infection flared up and she started slipping away. There's little going on in her head save confused scraps of dream whenever her brain flirts with REM sleep, but this- this is lasting longer. There's something consistent to it: a bench, a park she went to as a child, where her mother and sometimes even her father would sit and watch her play in the playground. She finds herself on the swing-set looking around confusedly, taking in the too-green leaves of a maple from before Samuel decided playing was a want, not a need.]

[servingmichael]

[He's been keeping watch. He'll intervene if she is going to die but if she'll heal on her own, he'll let her be.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't slip into her dream to check on her, looking around the park. How often humans dream of parks.]

Hello Mary.

[momchester]

[The park, the setting- the violet sky- and of course Raphael is sitting in the parent's spot. She scratches her head and takes another second to look around her witha puzzled expression before answering.]

What am I doing here? What happened to the hospital?

[servingmichael]

You're unconscious and dreaming. I thought I should check on you.

[He was quite comfortable sitting where he was.]

(Friday: dream/closed to Raphael and Castiel.)

[momchester]

[Raphael is visiting her dreams again, again without asking. Mary is grateful for the company; his presence solidifies her dreams into something she can exist in, her unconscious mind centering around a presence stronger than her own right now. She wonders if it isn't helping her coma, by giving her brain something to do, keeping her from slipping further down.

That's all theory, but the luridly bright and colored beach they're sitting on feels real. It's exactly as she remembers it- bright, beautiful, sun glinting off the waves both close and stretching out to the horizon. It's warm (as she understands it, even if it has no feeling), the air and waves, that are perfect as only the Gulf ever was. The angel sitting next to her is welcome company even when she isn't looking at him, but over the horizon with its strangely-colored clouds.]

You came back. [A faint smile.] What day is it? What month is it out there?

[She idly dips her toes into the sand and feels nothing.]

[servingmichael]

I said I would.

[He's watching the clouds, wondering if a storm is coming.]

It's only Friday.

[Not that he expects her to notice the passage of time. Not that it matters, not really. She'll be fine, in time, and he isn't going to rush the process.]

Where is this place?

[He could look, but for now chooses not to.]

[momchester]

[She leans back on her hands splayed behind her, working fingers and toes into the sand deeper and imagining that it's warm.]

The Gulf of Mexico. We found this little beach on our first drive down to Florida. It was so beautiful, but we couldn't stay. The town was so small, there were no jobs.

[She breathes in and it's almost salty sea air, or a vivid imagining of it.]

We used to come here all the time. All the beaches by the city were really crowded and opened up to sandbars or peninsulas, but here- it was just the gulf. There was almost never anyone here.

[They liked the privacy and utter isolation, and often abused it for nefarious marital purposes. She sighs, the memory coming back sharp and strong. Mary would offer context- why they were in Florida of all places - but she assumes Raphael knows. It was their escape after Mom and Dad, years of it.]

[servingmichael]

[He could warm the sand, give a life to the dream, if she asked. It didn't occur to him. Humans' dreams were lacking tactically to him.]

There's the rare piece of beach on the island, but it's different than this.

[He knows - they had kept watch.]

What did you see most out here?

(Sunday 10/28: for Jesse and John.)

[momchester]

[failedparenting]

[Four days she's been out. Four days, and John's been there most of the time. There've been stretches where someone managed to get him to go home and change and sleep, but besides that he's been here in the hospital.

He can't remember the time he had a hot shower, and the scruff he's never quite rid of has grown into the beginnings of a full blown beard. Someone got after him for not taking care of himself, but what if she wakes up while he's off shaving or something?

At least he's been brushing his teeth?

Today John's got on some godawful daytime soap, even worse than the ones back home. He's not really paying attention, but from what he can tell, Eduardo's identical brother came back from a coma and took his place at the father son picnic?

Yeah, Wheel of Fortune might be a better choice right now.]

[hostage]

[Jesse's search for the real culprit behind all this has had him running around all over town. He's relentless, even now that Lisbeth's recovered, because that someone being out there means it'll happen again.

When he finds out Mary's condition has worsened, though, he takes a break from all that. He walks into the hospital knowing her husband is probably with her, but John's not enough to scare him off at a time like this. He walks into the room with a fresh bouquet of flowers in hand, sparing John and the TV only a passing glance before moving to Mary's side.]