Consequences
Summary: Sam and John are always butting heads. When a hunt doesn't end well for Dean and John, Sam is blamed. But is Sam hurt too? Limp!Sam.
Sam: 18 Dean: 22
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Chapter 2
Sam woke the next morning and all the pain came flooding back. Sam grimaced. At least when he was asleep, there was no pain.
Sam shifted to get out of the tangled covers and his stomach began to protest. Quickly, he untangled himself and ran to the bathroom.
More blood.
A lot more.
Sam looked at himself in the mirror and bit back a gasp. His skin was so pale it was almost white, his eyes were bloodshot and his face looked gaunt.
'Ok' Sam thought. 'Maybe I should go to the hospital'
His head pounded and everything looked blurry as he stumbled to the doorway. His knees felt like they were going to collapse under him and he felt so thankful when Dean came through the door. He had obviously gone getting breakfast, judging by the 3 brown bags and tray of coffee he had in his hand. However, they were immediately put down when Dean saw his brother.
"Sammy?" Dean rushed to his little brothers side just before Sam's legs gave out.
"Dean. I think I need to see a doctor" Sam said before falling into unconsciousness.
"Damn it!" Dean said, taking his phone out of his pocket. He quickly dialled 911.
"Hello" A voice said on the other end.
"I need help! My brother, he's collapsed!" Dean said frantically, waking John.
"Dean? What's going on?" John said but Dean held a hand up to his father.
"What's your address?" The voice said.
"Room 10, Sunny Side Motel" Dean replied, gasping slightly when he noticed a trickle of blood running down Sam's chin. "Please! It's bad!"
"We're on our way sir. Please stay calm" The voice said and then the call was disconnected.
"Dean? What's going on?" John repeated, walking over.
"Sam collapsed" Dean replied as John knelt down next to them.
Wiping Sam's bangs from his eyes, John turned to Dean. "He'll be fine"
Dean nodded, wiping a tear from his eye. He couldn't deny it, he was scared. But he also felt guilty. Sam didn't look good last night. Hell, he was in the bathroom for 3 quarters of an hour. He should have known something was wrong. What kind of brother was he? He'd been to preoccupied with his own injuries to notice how hurt his baby brother was.
A gasp from John, pulled Dean from his thoughts and he quickly saw what John had gasped at. Sam's side was covered in bruises; three claw marks across his stomach.
"Why didn't he tell us about that?" John asked.
Dean looked at John, slightly angry. "Well after yesterday..." No. They couldn't get into a fight now, not while Sam was hurt.
Guilt flashed over John's face but a mask was quickly put up. Alright, he and Sam shouldn't have fought, but if Sam hadn't have been distracted then they wouldn't have been taken off guard and he wouldn't be hurt. Though it didn't matter who's fault it was, right now, Sam needed them.
A knock at the door alerted both men that the ambulance was here. John moved and opened the door while Dean stayed with Sam but both were moved out of the way as the paramedics tended to Sam.
"What's his name?" One, a woman, asked.
"Sam" Dean replied.
The woman nodded before moving over to Sam. "Sam? Sam? Can you hear me?" No response. "Unconsious. How's his breathing?"
"Shallow" The other paramedic, a man, replied. "Pulse is weak too"
The woman nodded. "No gag reflex. Gonna have to intubate" She pulled out a long clear tube and attached a blue bag to the end of it. The man held Sam's mouth open while the woman threaded the empty end down Sam's throat. Dean gagged at the action and felt worse that Sam didn't make any protest.
The male paramedic then rubbed his knuckles over Sam's stomach. "No pain impulse. Stomach's as hard as a rock. He's literally bleeding out on us".
The woman nodded. "Grab a stretcher. Let's get him out"
The male exited and came back with a stretcher. Both paramedics gently got Sam onto the stretcher before pushing him out the door.
They loaded him into the ambulance and the woman turned to Dean and John. "You guys are going to have to follow us. There's no room in the back".
John nodded before going to the Impala. He didn't trust his voice. Dean followed silently.
The ambulance and the Impala pulled up at almost the same time outside the ER doors.
The paramedics rushed in pushing Sam's stretcher, Dean and John following behind.
A doctor approached them and the male paramedic spoke. "Unconscious and unresponsive to pain stimuli. Breathing's shallow and pulse is weak. Definitely got internal bleeding in the stomach area. We're not sure what happened and what else could be damaged".
The doctor nodded and turned to a group of nurses. "Get him down to the OR and prepped for surgery"
The nurses nodded before taking Sam's stretcher down a hallway.
The paramedics left and the doctor turned to John and Dean. "I'm guessing you're his family?"
John nodded and said "I'm his father" at the same time Dean said. "He's my brother".
The doctor smiled lightly. "If you could sit in the waiting room, you'll be called when we have news" Both Winchesters nodded and the doctor walked down the same hallway Sam had gone down.
A nurse came over with some forms for them to fill out, but then left, leaving John and Dean to wait for news on Sam.
"Damn!" Dr Davis said with a sigh. "I can't see anything. There's too much blood. Get me some suction here. How's his vitals?"
"Pulse is weak, 60 over 20" A nurse said.
"Right. Well, from what i can tell, we've got a ruptured spleen, gonna have to take it out. Appendix's burst. Couple of contusions to the liver and kidney. It's not looking good. How's the lung?"
"Holding up on the ventilator". The nurse replied.
Dr Davis nodded. "We can take care of that later. Right now let's get the spleen and appendix out".
They began work, but 5 minutes into the procedure, a monotone sound spread through the room.
"Damn it!" Dr Davis yelled. "I thought the kid was stable!" He grabbed the defibulator paddles. "Charge to 200 and push an amp of Atropine!"
"Charging!" One nurse yelled while another set up the IV with the Atropine in.
"Clear!" The defribulator paddles went down on Sam's chest and Sam's body bolted upward, only to fall back down again with the noise continuing.
"Charge again, 250!" Dr Davis yelled, and the paddles went down again.
"Got a pulse!" A nurse yelled out; the monotone noise ceasing.
"Right. Let's get this going again. Keep an eye on his vitals" Dr Davis said and carried on the procedure of removing Sam's spleen and appendix.
"Right" Dr Davis said an hour later. "Let's get to work on that lung. We'll re-set the rib and insert a chest tube to re inflate the lung"
The nurses nodded and Dr Davis made an incision where the broken lung was. He quickly re-set the bone and inserted the chest tube before suturing the incision.
"Let's get him into a room and have someone tell his family to meet me in conference one" The nurses nodded. One went to page the reception for John and Dean while the others took Sam to a room.
It was almost 3 hours and 20 cups of coffee later, when someone finally approached Dean and John.
"How's Sam?" Dean said quickly as soon as the woman stopped in front of them.
She smiled, lightly. "I don't know. I've been sent to take you to Dr Davis, Sam's doctor"
Dean and John nodded and followed the woman to conference one. She opened the door and smiled again before leaving.
They sat down in two of the chairs and not 10 minutes later, Dr Davis entered.
"Sorry" He smiled. "I was just making sure that Sam was settled"
Dean smiled. "So, he's alright".
Dr Davis sighed. "He's...alive. But he's in critical condition".
"What's wrong?" John asked, he voice quivering. Critical condition meant that it was bad.
"Sam suffered a ruptured spleen and his appendix burst. The problem with that is, is that Sam will be more prone to infections, so we'll have to keep an eye on him. He also suffered a couple of contusions to the liver and kidney, but hopefully they will heal on their own and not cause any further bleeding. But the problem is that Sam is very weak. If the contusions were to cause more bleeding, I don't think he'd survive the surgery. When he first came in, he had internal bleeding due to the ruptured spleen, causing Sam to loose a lot of blood, so we've had to give him transfusions. The last thing is that Sam had a broken rib which punctured his right lung. It shouldn't cause any problems, but we've inserted a chest tube to help. You can go see him as we have him settled in a room, but I have to warn you, Sam does have a breathing tube down his throat, but it's there to help him".
John and Dean nodded glumly, neither of them wanting to believe the condition that the youngest Winchester was in.
Dr Davis led the two Winchesters into the ICU and to Sam room, but stopped short of opening the door. "We're doing everything we can" Dr Davis said solemnly and was about to open the door when John spoke up. "What are his chances?"
Dr Davis sighed. "Considering the fact that he's more prone to infections, the contusions, the status of his body and the punctured lung. I'd say thirty five, forty percent. I'm sorry" With that, Dr Davis opened the door, allowing Dean and John inside. "Press the call button if you need anything". He left.
Dean gasped when he took in the sight of his brother and tears fell down his face. He was so pale. The breathing tube once again down Sam's throat making Dean gag. A Pulse Ox meter attached to Sam's finger, heart monitor pads on his chest. His wrist was properly casted now, two IV's also attached to his arm; piercing his skin. A small tube coming out from the top of the sheets and one from the bottom. To where they went, Dean had no idea. He had never seen Sam look so limp and lifeless. He felt guilty. He was supposed to protect Sam. He should have known something was wrong. This was his fault.
John felt sick when he saw his youngest son, his baby boy, lying pale and death like in a hospital bed. He felt guilty. He promised Mary he'd look after the boys. He tried his best. He never wanted this life for them, he didn't. And now...now the doctor says that his youngest son only has a 35/40 percent chance of making it. No. Sammy had to make it. He had to.
Both Winchesters took seats at each side of the bed and hoped, prayed, that the youngest member of their family would be alright.
What do you think? Is it limp enough?
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