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Meg had been there two weeks. She was surprised in herself how fast she got comfortable. Cas was comatose but she had pulled some strings to keep him in her ward. Even though he was the only reason she was here in the first place, the demon had no problem taking care of the other patients. Something deep inside her, so deep she thought it was gone forever, begged her to take care of the humans. Most of the patients were abandoned by their families and they had no one but the doctors, nurses, and the orderlies to keep them from being swallowed by their own minds. She could relate.
She wouldn’t say it was empathy; she was still a demon, blackened and thorned, but her time around the now broken angel had lessened her sharper edges and brightened up her soul. She knew she felt something, that wasn’t the greed, bloodlust, and hate her kind was known for, for the broken people she took care of. Something beyond interest and amusement.
Not to say there wasn’t amusement, became that came in abundance. Unlike the rest of the staff Meg could and even loved handling the violent and abusive patients. There was something about a human that was already so broken but still fought that pulled her blackened soul in. It was a will to survive and live in any form they could. It also helped that she was the only one who could take care of a violent patient when they were having an episode on her own. It’s made her quite popular in the lounge. Biters, kickers, and spitters; they were her’s, and surprisingly they saw her as theirs, and she enjoys it immensely.
She didn’t treat them as any less than what they were, so she sassed them right back when they attacked her, or bad mouthed her; holding them down until she could get a needle in them. It was interesting that if any patient started to act up the other staff would immediately turn to her for guidance. She became a kind of savior because the patients knew she could dish back out anything they served. Sometimes all she would have to do is walk into a room and the person would settle down. What surprised her the most was that it wasn’t that they feared her; as one patient said ‘you make them go away, I think they’re scared of you,’. It seemed she was the cure to madness. She chuckled a little at the thought.
She was starting to enjoy the job, she found people who weren’t out just for themselves but weren’t goody too shoes either. That was when she walked in. Well more like was dragged in.
The girl, she must have been only 22, had long curly blonde hair that was a tangled mess, her eyes were sunken into her head and her cheeks were hallow, but the most prominent feature was her beaten body. Her right eye was swollen shut and badly bruised, her lip was healing from what looked like a nasty left hook, there was bruising around her neck, arms and Meg was willing to bet her legs, if the female orderlies were anything to go by.
“Get off me!” she screamed, twisting and contorting her body, trying to get out of their hold, “I’m not crazy! I’m not crazy! He’s right there!” she was able to pull an arm from one of the orderlies hold and point behind Meg. The demon swung around and looked. Standing at the end of the hallway was a tall man, maybe an inch shorter than Dean, with short black hair shaved into a mohawk, a thick beard, and a creepily pleased grin on his face. It reminded her of Alistair when someone else tortured her and he watched. The man wouldn’t take his eyes off the girl as she struggled against the staff.
“Yeah, yeah, Suzen. Of course he is,” one the them said and Meg swung back to look at them in confusion.
“No he’s really there. Can’t anyone see him!?” Suzen said throwing her weight and trying to break the orderlies’ hold. It didn’t work.
“Hey Meg, we could use some help,” one of the girls panted and Meg recognized her as Angela, Cas’s nurse. Meg nodded mutely and came up behind Angela and the three-other woman.
“Let go of her girls, I’ve got her. Got get her something to calm down.” They gave her a doubting looking but let go.
“Your problem Meg,” Angela said and stepped back quickly. Before the girl could even realize she was free Meg was behind her and slipping her arms to lock around the girl until her back was pressed up against Meg’s front tightly.
“No!” she screamed again and tried to struggled but Meg’s iron hold didn’t budge an inch, “I’m not crazy! Would someone just listen to me?”
“Calm down sweet cheeks,” Meg whispered in her ear, “fighting right now won’t help you. You’ll just hurt yourself.” Suzen struggled for another minute as Meg dragged her toward the empty room, her long legs kicking out and trying to trip Meg up but the demon kept her balance, but just barely. Finally, her body laxed and Meg smiled a little.
“That’s right sweetheart, you’re okay.” Meg said and dragged her into the room. Angela followed behind her with a syringe and Meg kept a hold on Suzen as Angela pulled her pants down and injected her. Meg was right, her hips had deep hand prints on them. She looked sadly down as the girl slumped in her arms. She laid her gently on the bed, making sure to keep her off her bruises as much as she could.
Angela let out a breath of relief as Meg pulled back once the cuffs were attached. They both stared at the girl for a minute before Meg spoke.
“So, what’s her story?” Angela smirked, knowing Meg’s curiosity would peak. She walked out and came back a minute later with the girl’s chart.
“Suzen Wyatt, 22. Diagnosis: schizophrenia, psychotic depression, suicidal ideation, possible Munchhausen syndrome.” Meg raised her eyebrows and looked over the girl. Wow. Now that she wasn’t struggling she saw the bandages on her arms. She was gorgeous, under all the bruising.
“What about the bruising?” she asked.
“Did them to herself,” Angela said with a smirk, “Doc said she shows signs of rape. They found her tied to a bed in an abandoned factory. Looking even more messed up than she is now. Police said they thought it was a kidnapping until they talked to the neighbor. Get this?” Meg looked at her with interest.
“The neighbor said she was screaming at someone all night long. Then the next day she came out already looked beat up and in her nightgown. But she hadn’t had a visitor in months. And she walked out of the house alone. She got into her car and drove off. Then the DNA results came back and there was nothin’, just her’s.” Angela looked over Suzen again,
“Poor thing did it to herself.” She shook her head in sympathy and walked away. Meg just stood there for a second. Well it looks like things just got even more interesting.