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i_demonhunt (i_demonhunt) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-01-24 15:02:00

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alison cameron, dean winchester, perry cox

Cat Scratch Fever [Attn: Cameron, hospital people]
OOC: Some of this contains a joint post between Dean/Cameron

Dean moved through the tunnel, not sure where it was leading. His feet were soaked in sewer wetness that he didn't want to know what made it up. His body sweating in the heat even though it was spring time cool up above from where he was. The flashlight in his hand flickered a moment and Dean got his usual sinking feeling. This often occurred, in his experience, when there was a demon or spirit around.

Water dripped as Dean continued on, his eyes ever searching for any kind of movement. Shadows crept along the walls as the hunter moved. Dean couldn't be sure what was actually moving and what was caused by the flicker of his flashlight. He paused a moment, turning his head. A roach crawled along the wall. Dean was just glad not to see slime. Slime of skin that was shed. Shed by a shape-shifter.

The roach was crushed by a force that moved along behind the hunter. When Dean would stop, it would as well, blending into brick, poured concrete, the slime of the water. "C'mon you bastard," Dean muttered.

He broke into an opening. It was spacious. Water dripped from pipes. Before him was a water pool. He got this feeling going up his spine. He couldn't explain the feeling but he turned around quickly, about to throw holy water when he was struck in the chest. Dean flew backwards into the water.

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Hazel eyes fluttered against lightly freckled tanned skin. A single light was above. Dean tried to cough the water out of his lungs but it was difficult. Something bound his chest. He found the strength to lift his head which ached like mini trolls were inside mining away.

Dean was soaking wet. Thick leather straps held him down at arms and legs as well as his chest which were wet as well. He was upon a table, arms out, legs spread. Dean knew the position. He experienced it before. He looked to the strap on his right wrist, when the leather dries, it will tighten. A small thanks was given that it wasn't soaked with his own blood as before. Another bonus was at least he was not naked, still had his jeans on but the rest of him was bare.

A man walked into the room. He was of average height, blonde hair, blue eyes. He wore a rumpled button up blue shirt, untucked from his jeans. Dean didn't know the face but there was something familiar behind those eyes. "Dean, so good to see you again." He walked over, carrying a rather nasty looking blade.

"Sigil," Dean growled, "Who let you out?" There was only a limited amount of demons who approached him on the rack. This one was one of them. And he was sick. Sadistic. Nearly up there with Alastair.

Sigil smiled, "I'm touched you remembered me." He walked over, carrying the blade, playing with it as he touched the tip to his own finger. Dean's eyes were locked upon it before shifting his gaze toward the demon. "Oh, you are wondering about this?" He held it up, turning it in the air, the metal creating it's own wickedness in the light.

"I was about to give up my Twinkies to know," came the sarcasm that naturally dripped from the older Winchester.

"Oh this, this is gonna change your life," He answered. "Just like this place," he motioned around him. "You know what I love about this place?"

"The lovely smell and atmosphere?" Dean asked.

Sigil chuckled, "See this City is unique. It is heaven to some. Away from all their troubles. Meeting new people. Doing things they never would do. Some times naughty nasty things. This place isn't quit heaven though is it? It's also a bit like hell. Bringing back torments one thought they left behind. Sometimes returning to them ten fold. See, you think you people are the only ones this place brings in? Demons. Angels. The like. Supernatural. Not. We are all a part of it's little game too. Some of us don't mind playing along. I see this place as more like a limbo play ground. And lucky you, you are here with me." The blade was run down the center of Dean's chest, flat at first but then turned to the edge. It caused the hunter to growl as he tried to hold back a scream of pain.

"You fucking BASTARD!" Dean shot out.

"Let's take a visit back to the old days, when we used to play," Sigil lowered down to Dean.

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Blood stained the hunter's skin. Long cuts decorated Dean's body. He was unconscious from the pain he suffered, possibly from the loss of blood as well. It was then Sigil took the opportunity. He was speaking in an ancient tongue while carving several symbols upon Dean's shoulder. The area glowed and as the tip of the blade made it's last mark, Sigil pulled it back just a bit to see the blood upon it turn clear. It slowly trickled down, building in size till it reached the tip. It then lowered down, like one pouring syrup, creating a string that connected it to the blade as it lowered down to Dean's skin.

Dean gave a moan, waking as his body screamed. He turned his head and saw the drop connect to his skin, seeming to absorb into the pattern that was there. "What the ..."

Sigil turned his head and smiled wickedly at Dean. There was a new body, this one littered in tattoos, bald. "So glad you woke." He smacked his hand upon the symbol, creating a grunt from Dean. "You scream so nicely. I missed our time together. Especially when you were at my side, aiding."

"Go to hell," Dean growled, his fist clenching, feeling the sting of where his own nails bit into his palms.

"Oh, c'mon, Dean. Don't you remember the good times? How we worked together as Alastair watched. He was so proud at how you took to it so quickly. The peeling of skin in small patches, in little layers. How you taught us to tie them down with their owntendons and muscles. Not that we really needed to know but it was lovely to hear you say it." Sigil smiled. "Well that should take effect in a while." He moved away a bit.

"What did you do to me?" Dean tried to look at the mark.

"You'll find out soon enough." Sigil placed that blade away and picked up another. He touched his finger to it and smiled. "Perfect." He walked over. He took the knife to run along Dean's left arm.

Dean felt the knife cut and he tried not to scream, his body jerked as he tasted blood in his mouth from biting at his inner cheek. But he understood why this knife was 'perfect' in Sigil's eyes, it was dull. It was about midway in it's cut when Dean screamed out. His voice again echoed through the room and down the tunnels.

Sigil smiled.

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Joint post with Cameron/Dean

It'd been a few days, Cameron had been busy, but she figured it was about time one of them called the other. Figuring it wouldn't be Dean making the call so she made the first move and didn't mind one bit. She dialed his number from her cell.

The ring was nearly drowned by Dean's scream as the dull blade had now moved down his leg. Sigil stopped, looking at the Winchester's jacket where the annoying music was coming from. "Expecting a call?"

"My accountant," Dean answered, panting and looking up at the light, trying to ignore the pain.

Sigil walked over and pulled the phone out, flipping it open. "Now whom might this be?" He asked while looking at Dean as he licked the blade clean of blood.

Cameron blinked a few times. "I'm sorry, do I have the wrong number? I'm looking for Dean." Cameron paused. "I'm Allison Cameron."

"Allison Cameron," Sigil looked over at Dean. "Ahh, how nice to meet you. Oh, you have the right number but Dean is a little, tied up." He jabbed the knife down into Dean's leg which gave a pleasing result of a scream.

"Who is this? What the hell ... Dean? Did Dean just scream? Who is this? Where are you!?" She should have been calling the cops, but something about this wasn't right. She just couldn't stop listening.

"You ask so many questions? You are an inquisitive one aren't you. That either makes you ... a cop but I don't think you are. Not Dean's type. A lawyer ... no, not his type either. Or a ... doctor. They like to ask questions too. Hmm are you a doctor, little Allison? I hope so. So does Dean." He looked back to him.

"If you have to know, yes I'm a doctor. What the hell are you doing to him? You do know there are laws here, you can't just hurt someone and think you'll get away with it." You didn't talk to kidnappers, or terrorists. You didn't deal with it. But Cameron wouldn't put the phone down either.

Sigil grinned, something wicked, "Honey, your law ... would be scared of me too. You really however shouldn't worry your pretty little head. Dean and I are old friends. We are just catching up on old times. Now unless you want to come play too ..."

"You bastard, leave her alone!" Dean screamed and now struggled for the first time in hours.

"Aww, you should see him, Allie. Such concern for you. You rejuvinated him for me. We are gonna have so much fun again." Sigil sounded almost giddy.

"This city has more than just it's law to worry about." Cameron sounded stern, but she knew very well that there was more than Law in this city. They had superheroes and murderers around every turn. But Cameron wasn't going to call them just yet.

She was concerned, maybe she shouldn't have been. But she couldn't help but voice it. "Just leave him alone! What do you want? Is it money?"

Sigil looked at Dean, "Are you offering me a deal, little Allie? Sorry but I'm not the one who can do that. As much as I would love to. Besides, what you would offer wouldn't be what I want. I'm sorry, Allie but I really must go. Dean and I, well I just don't think the floor is red enough." He flipped the phone closed, leaving her with the sound of Dean screaming again.

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The glass doors were not too far away. But they night have well been miles. With each step, it was a struggle. Pain through every movement occurred. Blood dripped from wounds that could no longer be absorbed by clothing.

Dean stumbled toward the doors, his vision blinded by blood, blinded by pain. As people walked out, they looked at him, taking a wide path around him. Gawking instead of helping. People. He made it to the door, thankfully they opened on their own. He stumbled in, opening his moutht speak when a Nurse started yelling.

"Someone call a doctor, stat!" She shouted in going over to him, "Take it easy, sir, we are gonna hel..." She couldn't even finish it as he fell to the floor. Rubber gloves were pulled on and she went to work as others came running. "Fever, massive blood loss, looks like he was cut up pretty badly."

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OOC: Bear with me and my lack of medical knowledge. Wikipedia = <3.

i_rant
2009-01-25 02:49 pm UTC (link)

[OOC: Hope y'all don't mind me jumping in here? :D The fangirl in me couldn't resist helping poor Dean. D:]

Perry Cox couldn't help turning his head to see what the commotion was as the nurse bolted past him shouting for a doctor. He was stood by the reception desk after paying a visit to look around the hospital like that doctor he'd met on his first day here had suggested. After all, if he was gonna be stuck here for a while, the least he could do was actually make himself useful and get back to work; he hated those slacking, lazy types who didn't bother finding jobs and stayed at home all day, they irritated the bejeezus outta him.

Anyway, he'd been stood there about fifteen seconds filling out some damn visitor's form, when he heard the noise behind him, and turned just in time to catch sight of the kid hitting the ground.

Both eyebrows shot up. Apparently, this place was a little livlier than he'd thought it would be. He stood against the desk for all of five seconds before realizing no one in a white coat was actually appearing, and the boy was just surrounded by nurses and a couple orderlies. Rolling his eyes with a, Goddammit, do I have to do everything around here?? look all over his face, he reached behind the desk, snagging a pair of latex gloves out of the box there, and started shrugging off his jacket as he stalked over to the cluster of nurses.

"All right, make way, ladies." He didn't particularly care that he didn't work here, he was going to command anyway. The doctor in him - the part that many of his coworkers had seen and been amazed by, the part that really and truly cared about each and every ~~innocent, non-asshole, non-junkie~~ person who came through the hospital doors - had taken over, and he wasn't about to just sit back and watch the man suffer while waiting for a doctor to give him a little attention.

His jacket hit the floor and he began snapping on the gloves. Holy shit, someone had done a number on this kid. He was bleeding out all over the floor from so many different places Cox couldn't even begin to think about using elevation as a method to combat the bleeding. He inhaled once, deeply, before blowing the breath out in a sigh and starting to bark orders at the nurses.

"You - I want bandages, pads, fucking scrubs, I don't care, just get me enough to stop the bleeding! You - he's ruptured his femoral, get me a tourniquet for his leg. You - hand there, put pressure on this. You - pressure here. You - pressure here. You - I need a crash cart in case he goes into cardiac arrest, and you - get him oxygen! We need to stop him from going into shock and check for internal bleeding."

He glanced up at the three nurses he'd asked to fetch him things, and yelled, "Go!" as if they were stupid. He didn't give a shit that he didn't work here, this kid was bleeding from... well, he could count at least six different wounds, and he had a feeling there were more beneath his clothes.

He wasn't planning on using the tourniquet unless he had to, but if the kid started dying on them he wouldn't have much of a choice and wanted to have one nearby. He was bleeding out so hard that Perry was finding it some kinda miracle that he'd even been walking.

Kneeling admist the nurses whose hands he'd pushed down onto some of the kid's wounds to stop the bleeding, Cox held his wrist over his mouth to check that he was still breathing, snatching the stethoscope off of the shoulders of the nurse next to him to check his heart beat.

"Kid, can you hear me?" He wasn't even sure at this point if the boy was conscious, or semi-conscious, or completely out of it. He needed to try and keep him as awake as possible. "Hey, kid, what's your name?"

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Re: OOC: Bear with me and my lack of medical knowledge. Wikipedia = <3.

i_demonhunt
2009-01-25 03:31 pm UTC (link)

[*chuckles* Not minding at all, the lad needs some serious help. Just FYI, he has a demon virus in him. So, I like you, lack in medical knowledge too but will do my best. His fever will be high, delusional as well.]

Dean's body burned. His head burned as well. All the sounds coming to him were muffled and distant. The ground under him cool. He felt his body moving and it screamed out in pain. What was going on? Was he being tortured again? Something make it stop. Something end it. Anything.

And then a voice cut through. Eyes fluttered open, tried to but the light was too much. Sweat stung his eyes. He coughed and was that blood he tasted?. Something covered his mouth. Pressure was upon his body.

"No," Dean managed to get out as he started to try and push them away as he struggled.

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i_rant
2009-01-25 04:59 pm UTC (link)

Cox set his teeth as the boy began to struggle, putting hands on his shoulders to hold him down. He needed to be still until they could get him onto a guerney and take care of him, so he didn't hurt himself anymore or cause himself to bleed out faster.

Dean was wounded and probably a lot weaker than he would've been had he been healthy, and Perry had no difficulty in holding the kid down by the shoulders. One of the orderlies kept his legs pinned so the nurses who had come back could start to tend to his wounds.

Maybe someone thought Cox actually worked there, and that was why no doctor was coming to their aid. Still, one of the bystanding nurses had the intelligence to grab a guerney, and between them, Cox and the two orderlies managed to gently lift Dean onto it.

"Is there an empty room or somewhere we can get him for treatment?"

Stopping the bleeding was the first of Cox's worries, before he bled himself to death. After that, they could address the fever and any other wounds he had, but there was also the fear that he was internally bleeding, given the fact that the front of his shirt was completely soaked in blood.

That, and there was the possibility of his body going into shock. Oh, what a fun day this was.

Perry's gloves were already soaked in blood, and there were a few flecks on his shirt from Dean's struggling. As one of the nurses began to lead them down to one of the ER cubicles, they shifted Dean carefully from the guerney to the bed, snapping an oxygen mask to his face and hooking him up to the equipment to monitor his vitals whilst keeping pressure on the wounds.

"Kid, you're gonna hafta work with me here, okay?" he breathed out as he took a pair of scissors from a nurse, hospital staff keeping the man reasonably still while he cut through the fabric of his pants to reveal the wounds. His leg was Cox's first priority - he'd ruptured an artery and it needed to be dealt with.

The fabric fell away and Cox frowned. Knife wound, obviously, or some kind of smooth, sharp, thankfully clean blade. He ordered something to dope the kid a little, trying to clean and steralize the wound. He had to stitch it up before it bled out anymore.

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i_demonhunt
2009-01-25 06:58 pm UTC (link)

The world shifted in what view of it the hunter could see clearly. More voices were heard. Someone was saying something to him. His head barely turned as oxygen was being forced down his throat.

At least now, he was still, no longer struggling. It was something about that voice, reminding him of someone. "Cameron," he mumbled. Had to get to her. She was the only doctor he knew and probably could trust. At least with this. Especially after they cut open his shirt and find the pattern upon his shoulder which would be hard to explain.

It was then he started to convulse, his body seizing up.

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i_care
2009-01-25 07:43 pm UTC (link)

Cameron couldn't ignore her pager, she was being called closer to the ER than she was used to, but she headed that way either way. It must have been important and strange for them to page her. Cameron put gloves on before she entered the curtained off area that she'd been called too.

Normally she was quite calm, but when Cameron could finally make out WHO it was she looked worried. "Dean?!" She'd been worried about it for awhile. But she couldn't locate the man, not anywhere she knew at least. And calling his phone after the first time had been pointless.

He was alive, however. She ran forward, shoving a nurse out of the way to push his body to the side.

"He's SEIZING!" She yelled, trying to get them all to react. "Dean. Dean it's me Allison. I'm right here. Come on." She put one hand back to recieve a shot from one of the nurses. They already knew what she needed. She uncapped the needle by pulling the plastic cover off with her teeth. She jabbed the needle right into his exposed arm, Injecting him with the medicine.

She, and the rest of the team, was trying to hold him still. Cameron looked up to the other doctor there, her eyes a bit more worried than a normal doctor might have been. When did he come in?"

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i_rant
2009-01-25 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Perry rolled his eyes. About fucking time someone showed up, what kind of sorry excuse for a medical facility were they running here?! He snarled a bit, helping her when she'd wanted him to be rolled over and now pinning the boy's shoulders down, muscles tense beneath his slightly stained tee-shirt.

When Cameron asked him about the patient, Cox rolled his eyes, his voice a little strained with effort as he tried to hold the shuddering, jerking body down.

"Oh, gee, what would I know? I don't even work here, y'know..."

He was a little bitter, or at least he was acting that way. He really didn't care about having to help the kid out, that was what he did and that was the way his mind functioned. He was more pissed off that it had taken over seven minutes for a doctor to get to the scene.

"About eight minutes ago, maybe nine. He's got multiple stab wounds, he's feverish, and now I guess he's seizing too. We doped him, gave him oxygen... aaaand, I'm assuming you know him?"

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i_demonhunt
2009-01-26 10:09 am UTC (link)

After a few moments, Dean's body stopped seizing. The shot took affect. With his body calm, his fever was still high but the rest of him was still creating problems. The nurse repositioned the mask over Dean's mouth, trying to give him oxygen. She saw his eyes flutter.

"I think he is trying to wake," She spoke to the two doctors.

Dean's vision was still fuzzy and he reached out with a hand, grabbed someone, his mouth trying to work, form some words. He had to warn them. Warn them of what was inside him.

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i_care
2009-01-26 02:59 pm UTC (link)

Cameron shot a glare across the body to this other doctor. He didn't work here? Was that sarcasm? The last thing she needed right now was someone who wasn't serious about this. She was serious about this. She didn't need House's sarcasm, or snark. When Dean stopped jerking around Cameron let go and stood up straight.

She returned her eyes to Dean's body and looked him over. She watched the vitals. There were so many options. Dean's hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her forward. "Stop moving. You have to stop moving. We'll take care of you. The more you move the worse it's gonna get. We have to stitch you."

Allison reached up and smoothed out his hair. "You got that? Rest. Just rest for now. When we get all that done we can talk. Your fever is bad, if we don't calm everything down then you'll burn up." Cameron glanced over at the new doctor.

"I'm Dr. Allison Cameron, I'm temporarily in charge of Diagnostic Medicine." That's the only introduction she needed to give, it was on her nametag after all.

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i_demonhunt
2009-01-26 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Dean tried to tighten his grip but found he could not. He wasn't even sure he was holding her arm. She was talking to him. All he heard was stop moving, he was making things worse.

Worse?

How could things get worse than they were? He was sick. Possibly could die. There was a demon out there and for all he knew could be in the room. He was unprotected. They were unprotected and he needed Sam.

Dean could only try and focus on her eyes. He felt her stroke his hair. It was too soothing that he closed his eyes a moment as if he was answering her. His grip loosen and his hand dropped as his eyes fluttered and he was fighting to stay conscious.

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i_rant
2009-01-28 02:54 pm UTC (link)

"Temporarily, eh? Well, you must be a real high flyer 'round here then."

It wasn't even obvious whether he was being sarcastic or giving her a compliment. His words were somewhat blank and emotionless as he worked.

Perry took the suturing needle from the nurse who'd prepared it for him, deciding to attack the leg wound first. He peeled the pad he'd used to clean and sterilize it away from the wound, examining it for a moment before placing the plastic sheet over the top and aligning it properly.

He glanced up, catching sight of her hand stroking his head, and made a comment as he lowered his eyes back to the leg wound. "Y'know, we kinda really wanna keep him awake right now, so maybe you lovebirds can save your sickening make-out session for after we've saved his ass."

He slid the needle into the skin, pinching the cut together with one hand while he stitched quickly with the other.

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i_care
2009-01-29 08:03 pm UTC (link)

"I work for Dr. House, he's not here though, so I'm running it until he shows up or the Dean of Medicine tells me otherwise." Cameron said flatly. She had no time for joking.

"I do not think it's just his wounds making him like this. I worked trama and ER before." Cameron put her hand on his forehead and sighed.

"Dean, Dr. Cox here needs you to stay awake a little longer. And I'm going to draw some blood to test, just in case."

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i_demonhunt
2009-01-30 11:08 am UTC (link)

Dean looked over to the other doctor, not sure what to make of him. Not that it mattered, he was stitching him up. He hoped he wasn't as bad off as he felt. He could possibly sneak out of the hospital and find his brother to help him.

He looked over to Cameron when she started talking ot him again. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake. He just wanted the feel of darkness to wash over him and take him away for a while.

With a roll of his head to the side, he looked down his body and hadn't realized just how messy he was. It caused him to shiver but was it from the coolness of loosing so much blood or was it from his fever?

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