A Whiter Shade of Pale Ch. 3
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Author's Note: Please remember that I have no medical knowledge whatsoever and my medical information comes from searching Google.
Previously: "I understand that sir, but you'll have to wait in the waiting room. Someone will come talk to you once the doctor has him stabilized.
"Damn it,' John swore lightly under his breath as he gave in, not willing to cause a scene. Glancing towards the treatment room Sam was rolled into just before the doors closed, the last thing John heard was the doctor calling out, "Get me an O.R. stat people, or we're going to lose this kid."
Stumbling over to one of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room, John slumped down into the chair and placed his head in his hands. "How the hell did this happen?" he thought to himself as he heaved in a weary sigh. It was just a stupid argument. His baby boy shouldn't be in that damn trauma room fighting for his life right now. If only he hadn't gone outside, then maybe…his thoughts drifted off as he felt a soft hand placed on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry to bother you sir, but you need to fill out these papers so the doctors can treat your son more expeditiously," the petite young desk nurse informed John as she handed over a clipboard with forms attached to it. She hated having to place the burden on the anxious father, but it had to be done since the doctors needed to know their young patient's medical history and whether or not he had any known allergies.
Accepting the forms, John placed the clipboard on his lap and then tugged calloused fingers through his hair before picking up the pen to fill in the required information. Glancing at the first line, John tried to remember which alias he had used when signing in at the motel so the name on the forms would correspond once the police showed up. Damn, but he hated filling out hospital forms.
Accepting the forms from the angst-filled father once they were completed, the desk nurse glanced over them quickly to make sure everything was filled in. "Thank you Mister Slade. If you'll have a seat once more, the doctor will be with you as soon as possible."
"Ye-yeah, okay," John stammered as he once again tugged fingers through his dark mane. God, this was what he hated about hospitals the most, the waiting. He had no sooner arrived at his seat when he heard the ER doors open and looked over to see two policemen entering. "Here we go," he thought as he watched the nurse point the officers in his direction. At least this time, he could be truthful about Sam's injuries and how they happened because of all the witnesses.
~~Supernatural~~
Pulling his clothing back on after having spent the best thirty of his life, Dean couldn't keep the huge grin off his face. He knew Mandy Sue would be good from the first time he met her, but damn, she went way beyond his wildest expectations. He just might have to take her out again before they left town in search of another hunt. Relaxing back against the seat at the movie credits rolled, Dean waited for Mandy Sue to finish buttoning her blouse and then pulled her to his side in a one armed hug and reveled in having her snuggle into his hold with a purring sound.
"Ya know, we ought to make this a regular thing Dean," Mandy cooed as she blew softly into hiss ear. "The two of us could be really good together."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Dean replied as he grasped Mandy's chin and raised her head so he could kiss her soft, succulent lips once again.
"Just think, we could have a house with a white picket fence, two kids and a dog, the whole nine yards," Mandy voiced as she allowed her mind to dream of a future with the best looking man she had ever seen in her life.
"Mmhmm, that would be nice…wait a minute, what did you say?" Dean gasped as the meaning of Mandy's words finally hit him. No way was he the marrying kind.
"I said we could…" Mandy's words were cut off as Dean suddenly glanced at his watch and cursed aloud.
"Sonuvabitch, I'm late. My dad is going to kill me. I was supposed to be home over an hour ago." Dean stated as he reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out the keys. Sure, he said the words just to get far away from Mandy Sue and her dreams of starting a family, but that didn't mean they weren't true none the less. He would be doing punishment push ups for the rest of his life. Firing up the engine, he pulled out of the parking lot and towards town much to Mandy Sue's chagrin.
After having dropped off his date fifteen minutes earlier, Dean arrived back at the motel to find everything relatively quiet and the lights off. "Hmmm, maybe Dad and Sammy have already went to bed," he surmised as he walked up quietly to the door and slipped the key inside the lock. With a little luck and a lot of tiptoeing, his Dad would never know he had stayed out past curfew.
Gently easing open the door, he glanced over to the two beds in the room to see them both empty. "What the hell?" he queried to himself as he glanced at the foot of the bed to see their duffle bags. Their stuff was still there, but no sign of Dad and Sammy. A further search of the bathroom and vending areas provided no clues as to where his family might be either.
Feeling the pangs of dread taking hold deep within his soul, Dean pulled his cell phone from his pocket and was about to press the speed dial that would connect him with his father when said phone began to ring, startling him to his very core. Glancing at the lit dial, he became even more anxious when he saw it was his father.
~~Supernatural~~
"Okay, I think we've got all the information we need," Officer Jason Marks stated as he closed his notepad and placed it in his pocket. "We'll do everything we can to find the man who hurt your son, Mr. Slade."
"Thank you," John voiced sincerely, though inside he was silently hoping that they didn't catch the man so he and Dean could … oh god, Dean. He had totally forgotten to call his oldest and tell him what happened.
"Sir, are you alright?" Office Dan Reynolds asked as he saw John's face suddenly turn a chalky while color in appearance.
"Ye-yeah, I just realized I haven't called my oldest son to tell him what's happened," John replied, tugging his fingers through his hair once again. Damn, he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
"Would you like us to make the call for you?" Jason asked as he reached out to place a supportive hand on the weary man's shoulder.
"N-No, he needs to hear it from me," John retorted with a sigh. He knew how upset Dean was going to be as it was. There was no way he would allow the news to come from a total stranger.
"Well, if there's anything we can do to help, just let us know," Officer Reynolds offered. He couldn't even begin to imagine what the angst filled man before him was going through.
"Just get the man who did this to Sammy," John stated before turning away and walking towards a private corner of the waiting room where he could make his call.
Watching as the somber father walked dejectedly away, Jason and Dan couldn't help but feel sorry for him, yet happy that they weren't placed into the situation John was now in, not knowing if one of their own children would survive the night.
~~Supernatural~~
"Da'ad? Is something wrong? Where are you and Sammy?" Dean rambled, his thoughts running away with him as to why his family would have left without him in the middle of the night.
"Dean, it's Sammy. We, we're at the hospital, you need to get here quick," John informed his eldest once he was able to break into Dean's rambling.
"Oh god, wh-what ha-happened?" Dean stammered in alarm as he sunk to his knees, the words immediately striking terror into his heart.
"I'll tell you when you get here. Just hurry," John replied in answer, the hunter unwilling to tell Dean what happened over the phone.
"Dad, please. Please just tell me my baby brother's going to be alright" Dean pleaded as he clutched the phone to his ear, silent tears streaming down his face.
"Dean, I just…I don't know son. I haven't talked to the doctor yet. There was so much…just get here, Ace." John ordered. He really needed Dean with him right now.
"'Kay, I'll be there in a few," Dean uttered, pushing himself to his feet with steely resolve as he hung up the phone. Making his way to the car, he couldn't help but scold himself for not being there when Sammy needed him the most. "S'all my fault. I should have been here instead of making out with some girl."
~~Supernatural~~
"Okay people, let's get this kid's clothing cut off, I need to see what we're dealing with," Dr. Brad Spencer called out as pulled his stethoscope from around his ears so he could listen to Sam's heart and abdominal sounds.
Grabbing a pair of shearing scissors from the medical cart, Nurse Julie Adams began to cut the tattered remnants of Sam's shirt from his body while another nurse removed the young teen's shoes and blue jeans.
Wrapping a pressure cuff around the patient's bare arm, Julie quickly inflated it and took Sam's blood pressure. "BP is 90 over 50 and falling, she called out while pulling a tympanic ear thermometer from the pocket of her smock and placing it in Sam's ear to get a reading of a little over 100 degrees Fahrenheit.
"This kid is losing too much blood. Get him typed and cross matched stat. I want a unit hanging within the next five minutes and a couple of units on standby," Brad called out as he began to palpitate the unconscious teen's stomach after having pulled on a pair of sterile gloves and then removing the blade of the knife from his patient's stomach.
"Damn it, this kid definitely has an abdominal or intestinal perforation,' he swore upon feeling the board like rigidity of Sam's stomach. "Somebody call the O.R. and make sure they're ready for us while I go out and talk to the father. This kid is going to require immediate surgery if we're going to have a chance of saving him."
Stripping the bloody gloves from his hands, Brad took a deep breath to calm himself before exiting the room to go talk to the young boy's family. This was the only part he hated about being a doctor, having to deliver bad news to people who were already suffering.
TBC