As he starts up the car, Spencer's mind is racing.
Psychotic delusional killer or not, Spencer has just witnessed a single-minded devotion to saving the victims of these vampires, so he's pretty certain he can trust Winchester with Tara in the back seat. At least for a little while. Whatever delusions the Winchesters have are geared around being the saviors and protectors of innocent people against the forces of the supernatural, and--
No. It's not a delusion. At the very least, these vampires weren't delusions, so it stands to reason that everything else the Winchesters have claimed also weren't delusions. A bank being infested with a shapeshifter? A police station being swarmed by demons? The grave robberies to stop rampaging ghosts? All of those might be real.
So while his brain quietly explodes and tries to run down a dozen different paths at the same time, Spencer pulls out of park and starts driving to the hospital. Nobody has ever accused him of being a good driver -- Morgan never lets him drive on account of the fact that he's "too safe" apparently and can't stop quoting government reports about road safety -- but he steps on the gas a little this time, as much as he feels is safe, flicking on the sirens when they get closer into civilization and crowded traffic. He uses the phone connected to the dash to call ahead to the hospital, identifying himself as an FBI agent who will be arriving with a trauma victim, so that they're prepared when they arrive. He flicks a glance in the rear-view mirror a couple of times, checking that they're both okay.
He already knows that Winchester's probably not going to allow himself to be looked at by the hospital. But he needs to get that cut on his back seen to. Is there any chance Spencer could convince him to get treated? Do the Winchesters live life on the grid long enough for conventional medical aid, or do they do everything themselves?
It's not long before he's pulling into the entrance to the ER, the sirens having already drawn a couple of nurses outside. Spencer takes the lead to get the attention off Sam, bundling Tara out of the car and in through the entrance. He gives them a rapid-fire explanation of her situation and probable medical issues -- blood loss, dehydration, malnutrition -- and lets them take over, where they take her into a curtained off bay to examine her. Spencer returns to the car, and ducks his head so he can look inside.
"You'll need stitches," he says, hands wringing, worry at the edge of his eyes and the corners of his mouth. "Has your injury clotted yet? If not, you'll really need medical attention."
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Psychotic delusional killer or not, Spencer has just witnessed a single-minded devotion to saving the victims of these vampires, so he's pretty certain he can trust Winchester with Tara in the back seat. At least for a little while. Whatever delusions the Winchesters have are geared around being the saviors and protectors of innocent people against the forces of the supernatural, and--
No. It's not a delusion. At the very least, these vampires weren't delusions, so it stands to reason that everything else the Winchesters have claimed also weren't delusions. A bank being infested with a shapeshifter? A police station being swarmed by demons? The grave robberies to stop rampaging ghosts? All of those might be real.
So while his brain quietly explodes and tries to run down a dozen different paths at the same time, Spencer pulls out of park and starts driving to the hospital. Nobody has ever accused him of being a good driver -- Morgan never lets him drive on account of the fact that he's "too safe" apparently and can't stop quoting government reports about road safety -- but he steps on the gas a little this time, as much as he feels is safe, flicking on the sirens when they get closer into civilization and crowded traffic. He uses the phone connected to the dash to call ahead to the hospital, identifying himself as an FBI agent who will be arriving with a trauma victim, so that they're prepared when they arrive. He flicks a glance in the rear-view mirror a couple of times, checking that they're both okay.
He already knows that Winchester's probably not going to allow himself to be looked at by the hospital. But he needs to get that cut on his back seen to. Is there any chance Spencer could convince him to get treated? Do the Winchesters live life on the grid long enough for conventional medical aid, or do they do everything themselves?
It's not long before he's pulling into the entrance to the ER, the sirens having already drawn a couple of nurses outside. Spencer takes the lead to get the attention off Sam, bundling Tara out of the car and in through the entrance. He gives them a rapid-fire explanation of her situation and probable medical issues -- blood loss, dehydration, malnutrition -- and lets them take over, where they take her into a curtained off bay to examine her. Spencer returns to the car, and ducks his head so he can look inside.
"You'll need stitches," he says, hands wringing, worry at the edge of his eyes and the corners of his mouth. "Has your injury clotted yet? If not, you'll really need medical attention."