Storm of Emotions Chapter 3
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Author's Note: I have no medical knowledge at all so please forgive me if there is obvious errors in Sam's diagnosis.
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As John and Dean followed Sammy's doctor to his office, they both dreaded hearing what the doctor might have to say about their Sammy!
Upon entering the office the doctor asked John and Dean to take a seat and said "Mr. Bittner, I am Dr. Jackson Grove and I am your son's attending physician". John reached out to shake the doctor's hand and asked him to call him John.
At this point a very impatient Dean looked at the doctor with worried eyes and said "Doc, can you please just tell us how my little brother is." The doctor could hear the soft tremble in Deans voice. It was obvious the two brothers were very close.
Looking at both men the doctor replied "Sammy's body has suffered some severe trauma. His right shoulder has been severely damaged by the dog's teeth. The bite went through the muscles and tendons severing some of the peripheral nerves in the shoulder. We have called in one of the best neurosurgeons in the country to help repair the damage so that Sam hopefully will not lose the use of his arm and hand!" He should be here soon.
The doctor gave John and Dean a moment to process the news and then continued on. "The wound in Sam's leg wasn't as bad as we feared, we cleaned it out and then put in twenty stitches to close the gash."
The doctor then sighed as he looked the two hunters in the eyes to deliver his next part of Sam's diagnosis. "My main concerns right now though is Sam's lungs. He has developed a case of double pneumonia and went into respiratory distress as we were treating his other wounds . At this point, Sam is unable to breathe on his own and has been placed on a ventilator to aid in his breathing."
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At hearing the news John's knuckles turned white as he clutched the arm of the chairs and turned to face Dean noticing the irregular breathing of his oldest child, Dean was hyperventilating. At the same time, Doctor Grove came around from behind his desk and gently pushed Dean's head between his knees telling him to relax and breathe. John placed a soothing hand on his son's neck gently rubbing his thumb on it to help Dean relax his breathing.
Dean was in a state of panic, his brother couldn't breathe on his own. As he thought about possible losing Sammy, he lost control of his breathing and felt blackness encroaching on the edge of his vision. He knew he was starting to pass out when he felt unfamiliar hands pushing his head down and a voice telling him to relax and breathe. Feeling a comforting hand, Dean's breathing slowly returned to normal.
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The doctor was about to speak again when he heard the ringing of his phone. "Yes, thank you, we will be right there." Dr. Grove rose from his chair and said "will you please follow me." As they walked, Jackson Grove informed the Winchesters that the neurosurgeon had arrived and was examining Sam as they spoke.
Arriving at Trauma Room three, John and Dean watched as the nerve specialist was finishing up his examination of their youngest! Dean gasped "Oh my God" at the sight of his baby brother lying in the stark white bed, with many different monitors attached to his body.
Hearing Dean's gasp, the neurosurgeon looked up to see Sam's family and introduced himself as Dr. Stephen Taylor. He shook John's hand as he told him of his back ground as an Army Medic which prompted him to specialize in neurosurgery.
Addressing both John and Dean, the surgeon began to speak. "Mr Bittner, the peripheral nerves in your son's shoulder has been completely severed. The peripheral nerves serve to transmit signals from the spinal cord to the rest of the body. Basically it means that the nerve tells your son when to move his arm of fingers, to grasp something, or to even make a fist" Seeing the understanding look in John's eyes he continued. "Without these nerves, Sam would lose the motor functioning in his arm and hand". The doctor then added, I would like to perform surgery on your son this afternoon. The sooner we go in and repair the damage, the better Sam's chances are for a full recovery with some extensive time in therapy."
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The doctors then excused themselves to allow the family to have some alone time together before taking Sammy into surgery. Dean quietly walked up to his baby brothers bed taking in all the different wires that were attached to hi baby brother. He listen to the "swoosh" of the ventilator and watched it move up and down as it help his baby brother to breathe. He noticed the three IV lines leading to Sammy's hands that were delivering antibiotics as well as keeping him hydrated. He saw the heart monitor showing the different beats of Sammy' heart.
"Sammy, you're going to be fine, your strong. You can beat this" he said as he ran his fingers through Sammy's hair. He didn't know if he was doing it to comfort Sammy or himself.
John watched Dean from the door as he quietly spoke words of encouragement to their youngest with glistening eyes. Blaming himself for what happened, he was afraid to approach the bed. How could he offer comfort to hi baby when he was the one who put him there. Silent tears started flowing down his cheeks.
Noticing his dad's reluctance and knowing why, Dean said "Dad, Sammy wouldn't blame you for what happened. He loves you. You know that!"
Hearing Dean's words gave John the push he needed to walk over to Sam's bedside and gently took his hand.
"Sammy, I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper son. I never meant to raise a hand to you, and I can't forgive myself for doing so." The tears continued to fall as John said "Please don't leave us baby boy, we can't make it without you. You're the one that holds this family together."
Both Winchesters then sat down to stand guard over their Sammy until it they were asked to leave.
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Dean stood along the wall observing the other people in the waiting room on floor five. Sammy had been in surgery almost three hours now and he was getting restless. He could see the somber faces of the families as the waited for news on their loved ones, each hoping that the next time a doctor came out would be for them.
John sat in one of the waiting room chairs clenching and unclenching his hands. Thoughts roamed through his mind of the events leading up to Sam being in surgery. All his son wanted was to a freaking movie. He would have been gone three hour at the most, but no, he had to start a fight with his youngest about the hunt. And now his baby boy was fighting for his life and the possibility of losing the use of his right arm. So lost in his thoughts, John didn't hear the door open or see Sam's doctor approaching him.
The doctor put his hand on John's shoulder as Dean walked over to join them as the doctor began to speak.
TBC
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