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FTEC, Monday, January 28 - Day Shift

The nurses were fighting. It wasn't every day they had a patient to take care of. A male patient. A hot male patient. So unsuprisingly, there were several arguments about who got to check on said patient, take his vitals, change his bandages, fluff his . . . pillows.

[ooc: mod a nurse; if you would like interaction with a doctor, ping me at Chaos of Passion on AIM.]

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"No, I'm okay," Sam said, sitting down obediently. Putting him far from Dean didn't exactly keep his brother off of his mind. "I just want everyone else to be okay too."

"I could take a look at Dean later if you want," Peter said. Of course so could all the other healers on the island, who by definition could do whatever Peter could only with more practice, but Peter thought maybe Sam needed to hear the offer.

It was definitely an offer Sam appreciated at the moment, all things considered.

"That would be really great," he said. "I know the two of you get along, and...I don't know if he's going to want me checking up on him all the time."

"He's your brother," Peter said. "When I was in the hospital you couldn't pry Nathan out of the room with a crowbar."

"Yeah, but it wasn't Nathan's fault you were in the hospital," Sam pointed out. "So you wanted to see him."

"Hey, back up," Peter said, gently. "How was any of this your fault?"

For a second, Sam thought about trying to take his words back. But he couldn't bring himself to lie to Peter, not with how close they were.

"The demon wasn't here because of Grace," he said. "He was here for me."

"He can't have you," Peter said, automatically. Then he became puzzled. "What do you mean? Like to possess you?"

"He said he's been watching me. He knows about my visions and...he said he has plans for me, and that there are others like me, other kids like..." Sam's hands were shaking as he tried to keep his composure, but the more the words poured out, the closer he got to losing it. "He said my mom and Dawn were in the way, that they were collateral...he killed my mom because of me and he tried to kill Dawn and he almost killed Dean and..."

"Hey, hey - " Peter said, gently. He reached out to put one hand over Sam's hands, the other around Sam's back in a hug. "He's a demon. Of course he's going to say bad things. And even if any of that was true it didn't work this time. Dawn's okay, Dean'll be okay, and you're still here. And whatever plans he's got for you can go screw."

"But don't you get it? If it wasn't for me, my mom would be alive. Dad wouldn't be hunting. Dean would be safe. They'd all be fine, and they're not, and it's because of me." He was too far gone to stop the tears, or the shaking, even with Peter's arm around him. "I knew there was something wrong with me. I knew it."

"Like hell there is," Peter said. He pulled Sam into a tight hug. "Sam, if the demon had gone after Grace instead of you, would you blame her for Dean right now? If he'd gone after me would you blame me?"

Logic wasn't something Sam was dealing with well at the moment, but he still shook his head. "Of course not."

"It's not your fault, Sam," Peter said, not letting go anytime soon. "You didn't ask for this to happen."

"What if he wasn't lying?" Sam said. "He wouldn't have come out here for nothing. What if really does want something from me?"

"Then he can go fuck himself," Peter replied, easily. "Nobody around here is letting you go without a fight, least of all me."

"No," Sam said firmly, starting to pull away. "No one else is getting hurt because of me."

Peter didn't let go. "Sam, I swear to God one of these days I'm going to find out how to tattoo the words 'self-healing, jackass' to the inside of your eyelids so I don't have to keep repeating myself."

"Okay, fine. You'd be fine. But what about everyone else?" Sam asked. "The clinic has been full for days with people who got hurt because they were trying to protect me. How am I supposed to deal with that?"

"Feel bad, try to help them, figure out how to do it better next time," Peter said. "And by the way it's not your choice to make. I'm saying that both to help with that guilt you're feeling, and to let you know it's going to be a huge waste of your time to try to convince me not to help you."

"I'm still going to try," Sam said quietly. "What kind of person would I be if I knew how to keep people safe, and didn't try?"

"Trying is okay," Peter said. "Running off to be by yourself is not. And before you argue that let me remind you about how you're talking to the guy who blows up a city."

"You're not going to blow up a city. Maybe you should get that tattooed on your eyelids," Sam said, before sighing. "My dad has a friend named Bobby. He knows all sorts of out of the way places where someone can survive on their own." Not that he'd been thinking about that or anything.

Peter could see how logic wasn't getting him anywhere. So he said, "No."

"I could do it. It would be good for everyone," he said, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. "I don't know what else to do."

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