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"We need to get her under!"

"Will someone clear the hallway?!"

"Patient is losing consciousness!"

"Her heart beat is dropping rapidly!"

"We need to get her in now!"

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I woke up in a cold room, with white walls, a small window, and white bed sheets. I was dressed in a white gown, no shoes, or socks.

The room was fully white, no color anywhere. The small window letting in only a small amount of light. The white door opened, and in walked two men. One with a white coat, and the other dressed as a cop.

"Miss l/n, my name is Dr. Beauchamp, you've suffered a major head injury, with a serious stab wound in your upper thigh." The man in the white coat looked at me apologetically while the words left his lips.

I stared at him blankly. I knew what he was saying, and I could understand him, but what he was saying didn't make any sense.

"Miss l/n? My name is David Blanc. I hope you don't mind if I asked you a few questions about your attacker." The man who was dressed as a cop said.

"Do you remember anything about what your attacker looked like?" He asked as he took a seat on the bed.

I still stared at him blankly.

"Jeremy." I whispered. "Jeremy Rutkins."

"Did you have any type of relationship with Jeremy?"

"He was my best friend. My only friend. My brother had died in battle, and Jeremy was there for me. Helped me get through collage, helped me get through the grief over the loss of my brother."

"How long were you two friends?"

"About 5 years."

"Did he ever mention harming you or others?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure."

"What did he say to you before he attacked you?"

"He asked me a lot about my boss, and my boss's daughter."

"Who's your boss?"

"Jensen Ross Ackles."

"Who's his daughter?"

"Justice Jay Ackles."

"Is Jensen married?"

"They got a divorce 7 years ago."

"How long were they married for?"

"3 years."

"Did you have a close relationship with Jensen?"

"Yes, we were best friends."

"For how long?"

"As long as I can remember."

"Who did Jensen marry?"

"Elta Danneel Graul."

"Okay, thank you for your time miss

l/n." David said, as he stood up and left the room.

Dr. Beauchamp began checking my vitals, blood pressure, and when he finally decided that everything was in order, he left the white room.

I heard a ringing in my ears, and laid my head down on the white pillow, and tried to block out the sound. The harder I tried the louder it got.

"So what's Jensen like?"

"Do you mean now or what he used to be like?"

"Now."

"Jensen is an alcoholic, never stops drinking. He's always sad and miserable, he never smiles, never tries to fight for his happiness. He's a completely different person than he was all those years ago before Danneel was even a thought in his head."

"How did you meet Jensen?" Jeremy asked.

"We met at a bar, right after I found out my brother had been killed. He had stayed with me that night, not doing anything except being there to comfort me."

"How did he know about your brother?"

"He saw me crying in the back of the bar, and came up to me and gave me a hug. He didn't say anything, just sat there and let me cry while he held me."

"What about his daughter? How did you meet her?"

"Her mother brought her to the office a couple hours ago."

"So you just met her?"

"Yeah."

"Did Jensen know about her?"

"No, he just found out."

"Same time you did?"

"Yes."

"How old is she?"

"She's about 7 or 8."

"Does she miss her mom?"

"Honestly, it seems like Jj doesn't even know her mom existed. She just having so much fun with Jensen and I."

"That's weird."

"I guess. Wait, Jeremy, why are you asking me all this? Why do you want to know so much about Jensen and Jj?"

"Just curious I guess."

"Curiosity killed the cat you know."

"Yes, but satisfaction brought it back."

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I woke up, again still in the white room, this time, a man in the chair that was once empty. I looked at the small window hearing a giggle in the direction of the window.

There was a little girl, with two pigtails on each side of her head. She looked to be about 7 or 8. She giggled as she pointed out the window.

"Jensen, look, these birds are playing tag."

The man stood up and walked over to the small window, standing next to the little girl who was laughing at the birds.

"They are playing tag aren't they?" He said as he stood next to the little girl, wrapping his arms around her little shoulders.

She looked up to him and smiled, but her smile soon faded into sadness.

"When will y/n wake up?" She asked.

"I don't know Justice. I don't know."

"I hope she wakes up soon. It hurts seeing her like this."

"I know it does. It hurts me too." The man said.

The little girl turned to looked at me, then pulled away from the man, walked up to the bed. I watched as she did so.

"Wake up soon y/n. I miss you, so does Jensen. We need you back here, so wake up soon." She said as she took ahold of my hand.

The man walked up to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. The girl looked up at him.

"Jensen?"

"Yes Justice?"

"What if she doesn't wake up?"