"goodbye" 

My eyes shot open as my body jerked up into a sitting position. My head pounded and my vision blurred with spots of red and black. All the bruises on my body pulsed with pain that forced me back down onto the bed I was in. A machine that was next to me started making an obnoxious beeping noise. I look over and saw a tube hooked up to it and followed the piping until it reached my arm. Hooked to it was a small butterfly looking device with a needle attached to it. I stared at it for a while then looked around the room I was in. 

Small, very small. Probably only fit about three people in here. there are machines surrounding me. all around me, making various noises or showing numbers and lines pulsating up and down, tracking my heart and breathing rate. Tan Curtains hung around me, acting as barriers from other people. But they where only good at blocking my vision, nothing else. 

I could still hear everyone outside my little Curtain cell block. The sounds of the dying and the healing. And this stupid machine next to me that wont turn off. 

Suddenly my Little room was intruded my a nurse. She smiled and walked over to the side of me and grabbed my arm turning it over to where the IV was taped onto me. She took it off and then grabbed a Piece of Elastic and tied it around my arm just above my elbow. "Glad to see your finally awake."

I heard her loud and clear, but my mind wasn't comprehending anything at the moment. 

The nurse tapped the nook of my arm to try and make a vein appear. Nothing happened,  and she gave a small frustrated sigh before moving down to my hand and looking over the back of it. 

'How did I even get here? I was about to be wasted on some roof...' My thoughts where scattered about in my head. It felt as if I was in some dream, that I wasn't really getting any treatment at all. 'This must be what happens when you die...you get hallucinations about getting medical help...' 

A small prick was felt on the top of my hand as the nurse prodded my vein with the Needle. "finally, your blood vessels are so constricted it's hard to get an IV in ya." She walked over to the machine still making that horrendous noise and pressed a few buttons, causing it to shut up. " There" she stated before turning to a computer and typing something in. 

I looked back up and blinked a couple times. the ceiling become my only focus point at that moment.

"well, I gave you morphine so any pain you are feeling right now should be gone in a few moments." The nurse turned back to me and smiled while taking off her latex gloves. "If you need anything, just push this button on the remote and i'll come running!" She said with a little too much excitement while walking out. 

And she was right. slowly, all the bruises and lacerations that where pulsating with pain started to dull down to a numbing sensation. 

My brain no longer pounded against my skull, and my stomach muscles didn't feel like they where being torn apart anymore. I felt absolutely weightless.  

But how long have I been out? A day? a Week? 

I continued to lay in the Hospital bed before the curtains where drawn back once more, but this time instead of an adorable, petite woman in scrubs, It was a small, stocky man with a Black coat on.  

"How are you feeling Detective?" 

I know that voice. But I can't seem to place the name..Who was it? James? Jack? Josh? John...John winchester...? sounds right, but something in the back of my mind told me it wasn't %100 right. 

I sat up the head of the bed a little bit and smiled at him. "hmmm, high as a kite." I responded with a sort of sarcastic tone and smile. 

John chuckled to himself a bit before sitting down in the chair that was nearby. "haha, very funny. But really...You took a pretty good beating up there on that roof. Do you remember what happened?" 

I raised my eyebrows and rubbed my forehead with my hand. " ye-yeah, I was running from some guys and they knocked me out." I nervously laughed out. 

In all honesty, I do remember what happened, But I don't remember why it happened. I gave John a funny look. " worried I might have lost my memory?" 

"yes actually. who am I?" He asked placing both his hands against his chest. 

"John...John winchester." I responded with confidence. 

John only sighed as he leaned back into the chair and crossed his arms. " who do I live with?" 

" Benjamin...Cucumber..." I said, but this time with hesitation. 

" whats your name" 

"..."

I froze and didn't know who to respond. 

"Can you tell me your name?" John asked again, this time worry covering his voice. 

"...no.."