SPN100 Challenge.
WoW: Three
Challenge : Use 'Three' three times in a 300 word drabble.
Word Count (headers not included) : 300 with WoW used three times.
Spoilers : None
THE WAY WE CELEBRATE
Dean is struck down by a relatively new, dangerous, and highly contagious virus.
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Two weeks previously
Three a.m., E.R. was crowded and noisy, the staff struggled, the toilets needed critical care, the drinks machine died, a victim of aggression, security handled three separate fights as patients lost patience. Sam half watched a young doctor battling through the chaos, only realising he was her goal when she quit battling and yelled instead.
"Mr Whittaker?...Mr Whit...Ah!...This way."
Determinedly negotiating the push of people, Sam followed her to the treatment area.
"How's my brother?"
The doctor frowned.
"Truthfully? Extremely lucky!...Cubicle three, he's waiting transfer onto high dependency...Here...Face mask and gloves, wear them; and no physical contact! I need a sputum sample off you, the nurse will explain.
Inside the cubical, Sam froze.
The day before E.R.
Falling asleep healthy, Dean became ill overnight, waking an invalid. Everything hurt, hair included. His body burned like a mini sun, though he shivered beneath layers of bedclothes, muttering incoherently while fighting Sam's cool, damp cloth, fearful of it touching his hot skin. Strength went, tears came, eating stopped, fluids re-appeared. When breathing became challenging...Sam said "Enough!"
Two weeks previously
Sam stared at the Tube-Fest masquerading as his brother. Tubes delivering oxygen, tubes to feed and hydrate, tubes linked to an ECG machine, to the cuff taking his blood pressure, from nebuliser to facemask, tube to extract blood, to put drugs into his body, to take piss out. Dean wasn't Batman...He was Pipe Man!...And highly contagious, suffering 'Human Metapneumovirus.'
Now
Sam screened clear, Dean however spent two weeks in isolation. No-one entered his room without disposable mask, gloves, apron and over-shoes. Gradually though, Dean's tube infestation lessened, as did the amount of protective clothing Sam needed.
Due for discharge, Dean discovered his admission clothes were incinerated and demanded Sam list what he'd lost...Too tempting...Poe-faced, Sam included one beloved Metallica tee.
Dean's expression was priceless, Sam's laughter over-riding all Dean's payback promises.
END
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Chick xxx
