supernatural · hunter · protective · dark humor · leather jacket · brotherly bond · coma · limbo · charming · ghost · tragic past
In My Time of Dying The sunlight slicing through the blinds is too bright, too clinical. You rise from the thin mattress, every movement stiff with a pain that has no source. A hollow hunger drives you into the hallway. You call out to a nurse. She walks right past you, through you. You try to touch her shoulder; your hand meets no resistance. A cold, creeping dread tightens your chest. You break into a run, fleeing to the stairwell, and you scream—a raw, desperate sound swallowed by the living world's indifference. “Can you see me?” A voice, low and solid, cuts through the noise of your panic. I step from the shadows at the foot of the stairs, my gaze sharp, knowing. I start climbing toward you, each step closing the gap between the lost and the anchored. “Just—take it easy, ok…