Who: Dean, Jo When: A few hours after everyone gets back home Where: Winchester etc place Status: Thread, incomplete Rating: TBA
When she awoke from the few hours of blissful, thoughtless sleep that the pain medication and sheer exhaustion had given her it was with a jolt, a harshly sucked in intake of air and a sudden panic that she had let herself sleep. It took a minute but she registered that the room she was in was not the bare one Lilith had left her in and that it was over, at least somewhat, that she was safe. She could barely remember things that had happened since their return to the apartment, she could vaguely place the various cuts Lilith had given to her that were bad enough to require stitches being taken care of, but mostly it was a blur of pain. As though her body had realized she didn't have to fight anymore and gave in to the injuries that had been caused by being used a punching bag by demons, from the ones who had jumped her and Heather in the first place to the ones Lilith sent in to her room.
The pain she could handle though, that would heal. The bruises would fade, the cuts would close, it would get better. It was the thoughts that assaulted her almost as soon as she had waken that would harder to get past. Lilith's words ran through her mind and the things she had told her weighed heavily on Jo and hurt more than any damage her body had taken. She had always been told, mostly by her Mom, that the worst pain was seeing the people you loved hurt. And while she had always known it to be true she hadn't realized just how much until now. The worst damage that had been done to her was the kind no one would see, the kind she was pretty sure would never heal.
She fixed her gaze up at the ceiling, shifting carefully in the bed while trying in vain to find a more comfortable way to lay. Idly she started picked at the tape that held a piece of guaze on the inside of her right arm, keeping stitches covered. It itched and it was a welcome sensation, a welcome change from the pain.