Bloody Reflection

As I sat alone in my car, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach. I glanced down at my side, where the warmth of the blood had seeped into my clothes, and my anxiety spiked. I hesitated for a moment, then lifted my shirt to inspect the wound. The sight of the gash made my stomach turn; it was deeper than I had thought, the edges jagged and raw. I could feel myself getting lightheaded, my vision blurring at the edges. Panic set in as I realized I needed to get this wound cleaned and treated, and fast. But I couldn't do it here, not with Dean lurking around every corner, waiting to pounce. I needed to get out of here, to get to a place where I could fix this without him knowing. I gingerly pulled my shirt back down, trying not to apply too much pressure to the wound. I could feel the blood seeping through my clothes, sticky and warm against my skin. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, but my heart was racing. I needed to get this fixed, and I needed to do it now. My eyes scanned the parking lot, but Dean was still standing outside the office, watching me. I couldn't let him see me like this, vulnerable and wounded. I needed to get away from him, to get to a place where I could take care of myself without his interference. I started the engine again, feeling a sense of urgency wash over me. I pulled out of the parking lot, trying to think of a place where I could go to get treated. The hospital was too public, and I couldn't risk Dean showing up there. I thought of a small clinic on the outskirts of town, one that was usually quiet and discreet. I hoped they would be able to help me. As I drove, I could feel my strength ebbing away. I was getting weaker by the minute, and I knew I needed to get this wound treated soon. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to focus on the road ahead. I just needed to get to the clinic, and then I could take care of myself. But as I glanced in the rearview mirror, I saw Dean's Impala pulling out of the parking lot, following me.