This week's challenge word is Splinter. Thanks as always to all the community members and beloved Kripke for the material to work with.
Sam tied off the last of the 27 sutures he had painstakingly knotted into the back of his brother's inflamed thigh and tightly bandaged the torn limb, matching the wrappings to the many others that decorated Dean's injury ravaged body.
"How's that feel?"
Sam asked solicitously as he gentled the older man back against the thin motel pillows.
"'S'fine, S...Sammy."
Dean's slurred words were unconvincing and Sam tried again.
"yeah, sure, Dean. Like I believe that. Does it hurt anywhere else?"
Dean held up a trembling finger, his wide green eyes glassy with pain.
"Splinter, S...Sammy!"
"Ouchie!"
Sam smiled sympathetically.
Story Ends