Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW.
AN- Please excuse my lack of medical knowledge. I am not in the medical profession.
Thanks for everyone who is reading this story and a special thank you to all of y'all who have been kind enough to leave a review.
Previously on Supernatural- This time Mrs. Lynn Pool was going to take her son Joey back from the man who had kidnapped him so long ago. And nobody was going to stop her; not even Joey's kidnapper, John Winchester.
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Dr. Bridges walked down the hall of the pediatric wing of the hospital stopping at room thirteen. After taking care of the emergency at the ER the night before, he had made sure his newest patient was settled in and then drove home. At home his thoughts had kept drifting back to the family from the accident. Since all three people in the accident were unconscious when they were found and brought in, the hospital hadn't been able to get any emergency contact numbers which meant that their family didn't even know they had been injured. Unable to stand the thought of the youngest boy waking up in the hospital alone and scared Nathan had taken a quick shower and caught a few hours sleep before driving back to the hospital to check on the little boy. Standing outside the room he silently said a prayer for the small family, pushed open the door, and stepped inside the room. He made his way to the end of the hospital bed and took the patient's chart out of its holder. He read through the nurse's scribbled notes with a frown. It looked like the kid had had a rough night. A whispered moan from his patient had Nathan quickly rounding the bed and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He watched as the boy's face grimaced in pain and another moan left his lips. His eyelids fluttered before slowly opening halfway revealing beautiful green-brown eyes. "Good morning son." Dr. Bridges whispered, "How are you feeling this morning?"
Seeing the blurry figure in front of him Sammy blinked several times attempting to bring the blob into focus. With still blurry vision he took a moment to glance around the small room taking in the drab walls and the various machines. Looking back at the man he opened his mouth and croaked, "Www?" Clearing his parched throat he tried again, "Where?"
Dr. Bridges grabbed the pitcher of water of the nearby table and poured some into the plastic cup sitting with it. He bent a straw, popped it in the cup, and held it to his patient's mouth. "Here you go, son. Take small sips now." He instructed. "I don't want you getting sick." He allowed the young man to take a couple of sips before setting the cup back on the table. "Better?" he asked.
"Yes, thanks" Sammy hoarsely replied as he absentmindedly rubbed his sore shoulder. "What happened?"
"What's the last thing you remember?" the doctor questioned pulling a penlight out of his coat pocket. He flashed the light in both of the boy's eyes apologizing to his patient for the pain he was causing. Once he finished he leaned over and pushed the call button.
Sammy hissed as the light doubled the pounding in his head. He fisted his blanket and took deep breathes until the pain faded a little. Seeing the doctor looking at him expectantly he racked his brain trying to recall what had happened. His breathing began to speed up when he realized that he couldn't remember. Clutching the blanket even tighter Sammy gazed fearfully at the doctor as he began to fight to catch his breath.
"Whoa, kiddo! Calm down and breath for me" Dr. Bridges coached his panicking patient. He took the boy's good hand and held it up to his own chest. "Come on now. Breathe with me. In…out…in…out" He kept repeating "in…out" smiling as his patient's breathing began to slow down. Once he was sure the crisis was past he laid the child's hand on the bed and gently ruffled Sammy's hair. "Good job, sport. Want to tell me what that was about?"
Sammy glanced over to the door as a nurse made her way into the room. Looking back at the doctor he miserably whispered, "I can't remember what happened."
"That's okay." The doctor soothed. "You took quite a blow to the head last night and sometimes when that happens it makes it hard to remember things for a while. Don't worry. It'll come back to you."
"Promise?" Sammy asked staring hopefully at Dr. Bridges puppy dog expression firmly in place.
"I promise" Nathan replied. "Why don't we start with an easier question and go from there? How about you tell me your name?"
"Sure" Sammy said giving the doc a small smile. He opened his mouth to answer and then suddenly closed it. The smile slid from his face and his breathing began to quicken once again. He turned wide, pleading eyes on the doctor and nurse and gasped, "I can't remember! I can't remember anything!"
AN- Sorry it's so short. This up and down weather is really messing with my sinuses.