E/O Challenge: Drip
No Humor this week, my friends. Some angsty Hurt Dean because Merisha said please.
Word Count: 100
They hang a bag of plasma in the ambulance. Sam crouches, one hand on Dean's ankle, one hand rubbing his eyes.
Dean gasps for air, hands shaking. Blood trails toward Sam's boots.
At the ER, his gurney disappears, trailing EMTs and doctors. "Hypovolemic shock. Arrhythmia."
Sam squeezes into a chair, slaps the paperwork clipboard against his knee, over and over.
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The room is dim. A nurse adjusts the drip on Dean's IV. Sam clears his throat. "When will he wake up?"
She smiles. "Look."
Bleary green eyes find his. "Sam?"
"Dean. Welcome back."
"Where was I?"
Sam laughs. "Dreamland, bro."
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