Disclaimer: I still don't own anything from the world of supernatural
A/N: I try and update as much as I can but school is killer! I have a lot in store for Sam and the Winchesters. So buckle up and enjoy my craziness!
Dean's P.O.V
"We need to get Sam to a hospital now. We missed something we- had to." I said to dad so shaken with grief as I held Sam in my arms. Sam was barely awake and every breath was followed by a groan of pain. When I saw my dad grab the car keys I immediately took action by standing up and cradling Sam in my arms.
"The ride to the hospital is going to be long, so I'm gonna give you a towel in case Sam throws up more blood." Dad said as he ran to the bathroom and threw one of the motel towels at me. I let it hit me on the face, since I didn't have any free hands and wiggled it to where it was resting on Sam. I followed dad outside the cold hitting me hard and the snow that was falling made it hard to see in front of me. After what felt like I journey we reached the impala, where I carefully slid in with Sam and closed the door behind me.
"D'n" I heard a voice say from below me. I looked down and saw Sam trying to talk coughing up more blood onto the towel and lolling his head back.
"Shh Sammy don't try and talk, we are gonna get you to the hospital and you're gonna be good as new." I said to Sam giving him a small smile as his eyes awkwardly roamed around. I glanced over Sam's body, cringing that we let it get this bad. His leg and arm were swollen and nasty bruises were forming, his stomach was shades of purple and blue, and while his cuts were covered by wrap the blood had already stained them. I felt horrible, anger was directed at my dad the fact I didn't stand my ground and insist Sam go to the hospital was making me bitter.
"Dean, it still h-hurts. Help. J-just help me." I heard Sam say as he reached up and grabbed the top of my jacket. I wiped blood of Sam's chin and hummed soothing melodies to Sam while playing with his hair, more comfort for me then him. Sam's grip tightened on me as the trip felt endless. I took quick glances at my dad whose face was in a stone cold stare at the road ahead not taking his eyes off the road and falling snow. I felt myself starting to sweat, the heat waves Sam was giving off making me hot as well. I felt Sam shift under me so I quickly diverted my attention to Sam. Sam was thrashing under my hold letting out moans and small whimpers of pain. I took my hands off Sam as he started coughing, this racked his whole body and I saw tears come out of his eyes. When the fit was over I grabbed Sam again and looked into his hazel eyes, the only sound from him was the desperate attempts at getting air into his lungs. As he used his one good hand to grab my arm and squeezed it as he struggled.
The rest of the trip was a haze with nothing but sounds of struggling Sam, and the occasional shift from my dad in the front seat. When we reached the hospital I jumped out of the car with Sam the snow feeling good on my hot cheeks, and as I walked Sam snuggled into me letting out shivers. "Help, we need help over here." I yelled out to not anyone in particular. Hospital nurses came over to aid us, taking one quick glance at Sam and immediately putting him on a stretcher, where he was sent off to a place I couldn't even see him.
"What exactly happened to him?" A nurse said pulling out a chart to start writing down information. I looked over a dad giving him the floor to explain everything.
"Well um- you see, we- we were on a hunter trip. In the woods, getting deer and stuff when a um- cougar came out of nowhere and scratched his back, he fell and rolled down a hill. And he broke his leg and arm. We stitched up his back, because we know how- and splinted his breaks, but he got worst on the drive here." Dad said lying through his teeth, I could tell he was pulling this off the top of his head, and I had to give him credit it wasn't bad.
"You guys went hunting, while it was snowing?" The nurse said jotting down on the clipboard while raising an eyebrow at us.
"What can I say, we love the extremes." I said letting the sarcasm be obvious in my voice, even though all I could think about was Sam getting my daily dose of humor was nice. The nurse finally let us go back to where Sam was while the doctor was getting ready to tell us everything that was about to happen.
"Alright, well Sam is about to go into surgery the anesthesia should kick in soon. Basically Sam has had internal bleeding occurring, along with a ruptured spleen, a collapsed lung, and his fever won't break but we will worry about that after surgery. All of this has put Sam in a critical state and caused him to struggle to get oxygen; I need you to know that with every surgery there is a risk of death." The doctor said a serious face plastered on him; the only emotion was fear coming from dad and I.
"Can we say bye- or well talk to him before he goes into surgery?" I said, I needed to think positively because Sam was gonna make it. The doctor ushered us into his pre-op room and grabbed a needle before sticking it into Sam's IV. I took this as my cue to talk and grabbed onto Sam's hand.
"You hold on okay Sammy, you hear me fight though this. For me." I said almost begging him. I saw Sam's head slowly turn to me, and he removed his oxygen mask which looked like took all of his strength. His pale face looked directly at me and he squeezed my hand ever so slightly.
"I will Dean. I promise." Sam said before the drugged finally pulled him into unconsciousness.
