@ithinkimadorbs She twists the blanket nervously in her hands. "Are you okay? Did their minds wipe?" She murmured, still tasting him on her tongue.
To try and lighten the mood Seven added. "So now that we've played doctor, I think I want to go home and play house."
Jessica burst through the doors of the OR, mask held over her face by a hand.
The paramedic knew better than to enter a sterile room and so she spoke from the doorway.
"Doctor Winchester? I'm so sorry for intruding but ... it's Seven, there's been an accident. They're bringing
@ithinkimadorbs Seven coughed violently for a moment and then flopped backwards onto the mattress with a groan.
Her eyes flickered open as she tasted remains of his blood in her mouth. "Dean." She reached up and touched his face.
This earned a gasping but grateful sob from Jessica.
"Seven,
@ithinkimadorbs speechless, except Jessica. Seven told her about their world and she was fascinated.
After an agonizing thirty seconds, the hellhound coughed and groaned.
"She was in a motorcycle accident. Semi clipped her, driver immediately stopped and called us." Jess explained
@ithinkimadorbs Seven could see herself in the room from the second the code blue blared through the loud speakers.
She was clinically dead for about four minutes and sixty eight seconds. From the time the code was called to the time Dean forced his blood down her throat.
The paramedics stood
Jessica, Seven's Mexican friend and ambulance partner had rushed to get Dean from the OR. It was a minor surgery, someone else could finish it.
"Doctor Winchester! It's Seven." She sounded horrified. Enough that would it make Dean freeze.
Twenty minutes later ~ @AcrisMedicus
they were inside the ambulance Seven usually drove. Lights and sirens blared, panic breaths leaving her.
They arrived, first on scene. Jessica told Dean to prepare himself for what he may see as she got the stretcher and hurried to the grassy ditch where they could see one