Jimmy closed the door of the hospital behind him. He was lucky it was dark. His hospital apron would’ve been very noticeable in broad daylight. Nevertheless he needed clothes. He couldn’t travel in hospital clothes. People might think he’s some nutcase who escaped. He started window shopping, staying in the shadows.
After a while he came across a clothing shop. He looked around to make sure no one was looking his direction. Then he grabbed a flowerpot from the window-ledge and threw it through the window. The glass shattered and Jimmy jumped inside, while the alarm was howling. He quickly checked the store to find the men’s clothes and as soon as he’d viewed them he ran to the section and searched for his size. When he’d found pants and a shirt he wanted to leave, but then he heard sirens; the cops had arrived.
Jimmy hurried to the customer’s restrooms, hoping they wouldn’t check there. He put the clothes on and then stared at the door, waiting agitated.
“All clear!” he heard a male cop shout.
“Have you checked the bathroom?” another male cop responded.
Damn it, Jimmy cursed. He couldn’t close the door, because then the cops would know someone was in here.
Suddenly Jimmy found himself walking to the sink. He grasped the sink and bashed his head against the mirror.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” came out of Jimmy’s mouth, but it wasn’t Jimmy who was talking. It was Cas, fighting back already.
Jimmy fainted when the door opened and Luke walked in.
“Sir?” he called, carefully tapping Jimmy’s shoulder. “Sir, wake up”
Jimmy opened his eyes and looked feral around him.
“Is he gone? He attacked me” he mumbled breathless.
“Who attacked you?” Luke asked with accent.
Cas, the guy who’s trapped inside my body. No, he couldn’t say that.
“I saw the glass was broken and I wanted to catch the culprit. I know it was stupid” Jimmy said, acting ashamed of himself.
“Did you see him?” Luke kept asking.
“No, he was wearing a mask” Jimmy shook his head.
Disappointment overwhelmed the inspector. “Alright” he eventually sighed. “You need to clean that up” he pointed at the blood on Jimmy’s face.
“Sure” Jimmy mumbled and he took some toilet paper. He folded it and pressed it against the cuts.
“You should go outside, my partner can take you to a hospital” Luke said.
Jimmy nodded obedient and left the restroom. He walked to the window and climbed outside. Inspector Williamson walked towards him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked rude thinking he was Cas.
“It’s okay, Carl” Luke said, walking out of the door. “He needs medical care”
“No” Jimmy refused quickly. “No hospital. I’m not insured. Besides it’s just a cut, it’s no big deal. I just want to go home”
The latter was true.
“Can you give us your number, so we know how to reach you? You’re a witness, after all” Luke requested.
Jimmy quickly scribbled a number down, the wrong number, and gave it to Luke. Luke put it in his pocket and when he looked up he saw Jimmy staring at him.
“You need a ride?” Luke asked.
“Actually, I was hoping I could use your phone” Jimmy answered careful.
Luke conjured his phone and handed it to Jimmy. Jimmy dialed his home number and waited with pounding heart for his wife to pick up the phone.
“Hello?” Amelia said when she picked up the phone.
Jimmy tried to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He swallowed.
“Amelia?” he said hoarse and weak.
Silence followed. This wasn’t her husband. It was probably that angel, playing a sick joke with them.
“Amelia, it’s me, Jimmy” Jimmy appealed. “I fought the angel and now I’m back”
Amelia remained speechless.
“I want to come home” Jimmy said.