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My lip trembled as I let my head hang between my shoulders, waiting for him to tell me that my reasons to live had left this world.
“King is stable, but the next forty-eight hours are going to be crucial. One infection was close to his lungs and I’m worried that we got to him too late.”
I clenched my hands as a single tear slid down my cheek.
“Ally is doing well, other than blood loss and the repair I had to do to her face. The bullet to her chest hit her vest but the knife to her shoulder might prove difficult for her to gain mobility. Her thigh as well, but with therapy I think she should do well, we just need her to wake up.”
I looked up as another tear rolled down my cheek.
“What do you mean wake up?” My voice was hoarse.
“She’s… in a coma,” Doc said, his voice somber.
“Why do you say it like that, Doc?” I asked, standing up quickly.
“We are not sure why she isn't waking up. I don't have everything I need to diagnose her,” he said warily.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I snapped, stepping towards him.
“Boogie, I’m not fully equipped like a true hospital, I do what I can and?—”
I grabbed him by the shirt. “If she fucking dies, I will end you, and I will make sure you will feel everything.”
“Boogie.” Mav grabbed my hand. “He’s doing what he can.”
“I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure she wakes up,” he said with conviction.
I nodded, letting him go as I felt like my world was threatening to crumble.
“Can we see either of them?” Mav asked.
“King is down the hall to the right,” Doc said, clapping my shoulder.
“Thanks, Doc, and sorry,” I mumbled.
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Come on Boog, let's go see King and then your Ally,” Mav said, pulling me towards the hallway.
Winchester walked towards us in a pair of scrubs looking exhausted.
“Hey, I was just about to get you,” he said, stopping at the door I assumed was King’s.
“King is over here, and they’ll be bringing Ally over here,” he said pointing to the room across the hallway.
I nodded, walking into King's room, pausing at the doorway not prepared to see him. This wasn’t the man who ran Halloween Town with me. He looked frail, gauntly and nothing like the man who saved me all those years ago.
“Fuck,” I said, barely swallowing the emotion bubbling up.
I didn’t know what to do. King was the one who took care of me, pulled me out of the dark, saved me and now what the hell would I do without him. I wasn’t the savior. I was the one you called to bring death, to hear screams at night, to finish the job.
I always thought I would die first.
“Come on,” Mav said softly, pushing me towards the bed.
It almost felt like I was walking to my death and not to the man who had saved me.
I didn’t knowhow to divide my attention between Ally, King, and running two towns. At one point, I wanted to bring them to Halloween Town and pay Doc to bring everything with him. Winchester quickly made that thought die, when he said they might die if we needed to get them into surgery and we didn’t have everything on hand.
