Dear Guest,
oh, now I understand :). Thank you very much for your last review. So you are the kind of reader who likes Dean as a hero? That's cool. (I wish we could talk about this via private message, but since this is not possible I'll do it like this.) You're right there a not many stories writing Dean as a hero, but I would love to write a story like this for you :). Maybe you can send me a private message and we talk about your ideas for it? (But if you like to do it over the reviews, that's okay :))
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But now … enjoy chapter 4 *smile*
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"Please Sir, you have to sit still." The medic repeated herself about the tenth time, while she tried to clean the bloody scrape on Roman's chin. The struggling against the police officers hadn't left him unharmed, when they violently had pushed him onto the stony asphalt. But if he was being honest, Roman didn't care at all. Even when they would have dislocated his shoulder during his attempted to storm into the building, he still wouldn't want to sit here in the medical tent, wasting time while Dean was … No, Roman didn't even want to think about it.
"Sir!" The paramedic in front of him became a bit louder and Roman realized that he had disturbed her work once again, by nervously sneaking a peek out of the tent towards the entrance of the shopping mall. It felt like an eternity since she had started nursing his superficial wounds and Roman could stop himself from rolling his eyes only narrowly.
"Is this really necessary? These are only small scratches.", The tall man started complaining again, earning a glare from the medic, "Please, let me go already. I need to -"
"Yes it is, and this changes nothing about the fact that you're bleeding Sir! I have to put some band-aids over them!" The woman interrupted him, while she started covering the Samoan's open chin with a band-aid. Roman sight in frustration, enduring the treatment only with a lot of self-control.
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"Gurney! I need a gurney!" Seth shouted into the chaos as soon as he had made it through the entrance of the shopping mall. Fresh air was blowing through his sweaty hair and the paramedic realized how glad he, himself was to finally be outside of the building.
Dean still hadn't moved in his arms and even when Seth was a strong man, the dead weight of the unconscious lunatic was slowly bringing the younger man's body to its limit.
Finally one of his colleges rolled a gurney towards him and Seth quickly laid the blonde down, being as gentle as possible with the other man's injured head.
"Thanks man." The two-toned man said breathless, his concerned look still fixed on Dean.
When he didn't get an answer his look went up and Seth realized that his college already had disappeared to another emergency. Wonderful … The younger man sighed. But if Seth was being honest, he had no probleme with being all by himself on this. He had experienced worse before, confident that he would be able to deal with this on his own.
"Come on buddy, let's get you inside." Seth mumbled more to himself, knowing that Dean couldn't hear him, while he was rolling the lunatic into the ambulance.
"Shit!" The two-toned man cursed loudly, leaving the open doors of the car be, when the blonde's condition suddenly declined. "Come on Dean, don't do this to me." Seth was instantly back at his patient's side.
The lunatic had started twisting violently on the gurney and the medic was afraid the seizure would cause the blonde to fall from it any minute.
Internal bleeding in the head … The diagnose shot through Seth's brain, while he fix a belt around Dean's stomach as an attempt to secure the seizing lunatic on the gurney.
"No! Let me go! My boyfriend's in there!" A loud husky voice from outside of the car pulled Seth out of his thoughts.
Somehow Roman had managed to reach the ambulance even though two police officers tried to avoid him from entering. They pulled on his clothe when the Samoan struggled himself free.
"Sir! You can't go inside! Let the paramedics do their job!" Roman's arm was roughly turned on his back, causing a painful groan to escape the tall man's throat and the Samoan sank to his knees.
"Hey, guys!" Seth caught the attention of the three men outside, "Actually I need him right now. Let him inside!"
Quickly Roman utilized the officers' surprise to free his arm out of the painful grip and overcame the last meters into the ambulance.
"Oh my God! What happened?! What's wrong with him?!" The Samoan gasped, looking down on his twisting boyfriend. The blonde was pale, throwing his head uncontrollably from side to side. Roman's breath caught, when he saw all the blood on Dean's soaked shirt.
"I-Is that a-all h-his …?" Roman put a hand over his mouth unable to continue talking.
"Come on big dog, you're not gonna pass out on me, too! Do you hear me?! I need your help now!", Seth warned the Samoan, already preparing everything for an I.V.
Roman forced himself to take some deep breaths, before he came a few steps closer.
"W-What's wrong with him?" The black haired man asked once more, when he finally had found his voice again.
"He suddenly started seizing …" Seth murmured, still not quite sure what had caused it, "He's your boyfriend, right? What's his medical history? Is he suffering from epilepsy?"
Roman quickly shook his head, watching the medic filling a syringe with a transparent liquid, which was obviously some kind of medication, while Dean was still seizing violently on the gurney.
"Okay. And did something like this ever happen before?" The two-toned man kept on asking, making sure that there were no bubbles inside the injection.
"No, never, but sometimes when he doesn't eat enough he gets all shaky and stuff. He's diabetic …"
"Diabetic?!" Seth quickly put the injection aside to first take his patient's blood sugar.
Diabetic … maybe it hasn't been the blood loss that had caused Dean's shaking and paleness, but his low blood sugar. That would explain his unconsciousness and the seizure now …, Seth thought, while he waited a little impatiently for the test results.
"20 mg/dl …" The paramedic read from the display, sucking in a loud breath.
"That's low, right?" Roman asked nervously, still not knowing what was going on. But Seth seemed to not even hear him, quickly taking out an I.V. from one of drawers, before he faced the Samoan again.
"Is Dean allergic to any medication?"
"Not that I know." Roman answered, a little perplex, when he realized that the medic had called the lunatic by his first name.
"That's good. Your name's Roman, right?" But the younger man didn't even wait for the tall man's nod, before he continued talking, "Okay Roman, I need you to keep his arm still for me now." Seth explained and without thinking too much about it, Roman did what he was told to.
"Good, this should ease his fit …" The two-toned man murmured, putting the empty syringe aside. Then he plugged the I.V. onto the needle - he just installed in the blonde's arm - and slowly let the dissolution of glucose drop into Dean's vein.
Roman was still holding on to his boyfriend's arm, but soon the twisting weakened until the lunatic's body went completely limp on the gurney.
"Dean's blood sugar was dangerously low." Seth started to explain, seeing the Samoan's concerned look fixed on his motionless boyfriend, "This liquid consist about 5 % sugar and will help Dean's system to stabilize quickly." The medic fixed the I.V. at a ledge above them, "He should regain consciousness soon."
A faint smile came upon Seth's face, seeing Roman slightly relax.
"Where does all the blood come from?", The Samoan asked, hiding a tremble in his voice. He had taken his boyfriend's hand, thumbing it gently. "W-Was he sh-shot?" A gasp escaped Roman's throat, when his look fell on the bloody pressure bandage around the lunatic's shoulder. Dean's uncontrollably twisting from before had caused more blood to leak through the white material and Seth quickly fix another bandage over the first one, just to be save.
"Yes, he suffered a bullet wound. But the projectile only scraped over his shoulder blade and it looks like there was no damage to any important blood vessels. So I would say Dean was lucky that things didn't turn out worse. Nevertheless a doctor should take a closer look on his head. Dean must have hit it pretty hard and they have to ensure that a severe concussion like this didn't cause any internal bleedings."
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"Oh Dean.", Roman whispered almost unhearable, while he lifted the blonde's hand to his mouth, kissing it lovingly. The lunatic's eyes were still closed and Roman's concerned grey ones were fix on them, wishing Dean would finally wake up and tell him that everything was going to be okay. But except of the car engine, the machines - Seth had put on the blonde to observe his vitals - and their quiet breaths, the cabin stayed silent.
Seth's college had come back and the two-toned man had decided to quickly set off, since he still didn't know how much blood the lunatic actually had lost and if Dean's head injury possible had been the trigger for his seizure after all.
"He's gonna wake up soon. Just give him some time." Seth comforted the tall man by gently squeezing the Samoan's shoulder. He had check Dean's pupils again just to find them unchanged equal, showing no signs of high pressure in the lunatic's brain.
The blonde's blood sugar nearly had reached the 50 mmol/l mark now and Seth decided to rather give him another dose of glucose to activate his system than injected the painkillers he had promised, since they would make Dean even droopier.
Half of the second I.V. had found its way into the lunatic's body, when Dean slowly started showing signs of life.
"Babe?" Roman breathed, his eyes fixed on the blonde's fingers inside his hand, while they slightly starting to stir. "Dean? Can you hear me baby?" Hesitantly the Samoan laid his hand on the blonde's pale cheek, stroking it softly. "I-I think he's waking up." Roman faced Seth, seeing the relieved smile on the medic's lips.
"Come on buddy open your eyes." The two-toned man said, shaking Dean's good shoulder. "Here's somebody, who waits for you to wake up since an eternity." Seth smiled, hearing Dean's quiet groan, when the lunatic was slowly regaining consciousness.
Suddenly Dean ripped is eyes open. A wave of unbearable pain floated through his body, while the blonde tried to sit up hectically. The belts, pinning him to the gurney, narrowed down his ribcage and caused Dean to scream out loud.
"Argh!" the lunatic cried out, trying to free himself - from what felt like bonds for him - despite the tremendous agony, rioting in his shoulder.
"Easy! Easy Dean!" Seth tried to calm his patient, but it was no use and the medic started doubting if it really had been the best idea to give Dean another dissolution of glucose instead of the calming painkillers.
"Dean! Babe …" Roman tried his luck now, attempting to soothe his panicked boyfriend, " … it's okay. You're safe. Calm down baby, I'm here."
Dean gasped, not even hearing the words of his boyfriend, while he still seemed to fight for dear life.
"Dean!" The Samoan shouted as an attempt to break though the lunatic's panic, "Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself babe!"
Seth had closed the entrance of the glucose I.V., quickly preparing an NaCl bottle with some painkillers.
"Can we please open these belts?" Roman turned to Seth, when he saw that his efforts were going into nowhere, "They're freaking him out."
"I'm afraid he will fall from the gurney then." The two-toned man explained, the new I.V. in his hand.
"No he won't." The tall man promised, before he turned back to his boyfriend.
"Babe … shhhhh, it's okay … I'm gonna take them off … I'm gonna take them off …"
Roman's strong hand rested on the blonde's chest, securing the lunatic from doing something imprudently. Dean's breathing was labored and way to fast, while the Samoan could feel his boyfriend's heart racing against his palm.
"Calm down babe." Roman's voice was calm and insistently, watching Dean slowly regaining control of his own senses.
"R-Ro …?" The younger man groaned, realizing that his boyfriend was right next to him for the first time. "I-It … h-hurts …" Dean whimpered, feeling how the adrenalin started to disappear out of his veins and was replaced by even more pain.
"Shhh, I know ... You gonna get something for the pain soon baby. Don't move." Roman whispered sympathetically, carefully lifting his hand from the lunatic's injured ribcage.
"W-What … 's … 'n m-my … a-arm …" Dean gasped confused, still not really knowing where he was, causing his ribs to protest in pain. "E-Everything … h-hurts … s-so bad … R-Ro.", the blonde whined, squinting his eyes.
Every filament inside Dean's body told him to scream, but the younger man knew that this would ease the agony he felt not in the slightest way. No, it would rather tear his ribcage completely apart. So the lunatic sealed his lips, trying to withstand the feeling of being stabbed with every singled choked sob that escaped his lungs, while he started crying desperately.
"I know. I know babe." The tall man murmured, resisting the wish to softly kiss his forehead - since it was still covered with a white bandage - and pressed his gentle lips on Dean's fingers instead.
"Don't cry. I'm here." Roman's voice reached the lunatic's ears soothingly, while the Samoan tried to hide how heartbroken he actually was to see his boyfriend suffering like that, unable to ease his pain.
Dean had closed his eyes for a brief moment, causing more tears to run out of the corner of his eyes.
"Shhh." The lunatic heard Roman's soothing voice, feeling the Samoan's fingers gently wiping away his tears.
"Look at me Dean … I'm here." The Samoan whispered, trying to pull his boyfriend's attention away from the transfusion - Dean was staring at - knowing how much he detests needles.
"It's gonna get better in a minute." Roman promised, giving Seth a nod, before he pressed his lips on Dean's, finally getting the blonde's full attention.
The medic smiled, thinking that there really wasn't a better distraction than an unexpected kiss, while he quickly unplugged the dissolution of glucose on Dean's arm. Seth had been waiting for Roman's sign a bit aside until now, glad he had brought the Samoan in for assistance. And when he could plug on the new transfusion just like that, he knew it had been the right decision.
"Hey Dean, do you remember me?" Seth asked, after he had adjusted the right dose of medication to drop regularly into Dean's system. "You almost scared me to death man, you know that?"
The lunatic needed some time until he answered.
"S-Seth …", he then moaned quietly, feeling how the painkillers already started to kick in and Seth could swear he had heard a silent chuckle from the blonde.
"Yeah." The medic smiled pleased, checking his patient's vitals on the monitors again, to find them unchanged and stable, "You know where you're at?"
"A-Ambulance …" Dean sighed loudly obviously getting sleepy, now that the pain slowly eased and he closed his eyes. But Seth couldn't blame him. First the frightening situation in the shopping mall, then the seizure together with his stressful awakening and now the painkillers, the lunatic's body must be at its limit.
"How's the pain buddy?" Seth asked, watching the blonde relaxing.
"I think it's better now." Roman answered for his boyfriend, who seemed to already drift off.
"So do I." The medic chuckled, while he was slowing the speed of the transfusion a bit down, not wanting his patient to get nauseous.
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"Five minutes." They heard Seth's college from the driving seat.
"Thanks man." The two-toned medic shouted, while he was checking the lunatic's blood sugar once more.
"Uhnnnghh …" Dean moaned unpleased, when the needle pierced his fingertip for the third time within the last hour.
"80 mg/dl." Seth read the result out loud with a satisfied smile," Very good Dean."
"R-Ro …" The blonde murmured almost unhearable, squeezing his boyfriend's hand, which was still holding Dean's tightly.
"What is it babe? What's wrong?" Roman asked and started stoking soothingly over the blonde's sweaty curls, feeling his boyfriend tense, "Are you in pain?"
"M-My … h-head …" Dean groaned, causing the tall man to quickly remove his hand, " … s' s-spinning …"
"Do you feel sick Dean? Are you gonna throw up?" But everything the two-toned man got as a responds was a retching noise, telling him to better hurry up.
"Roman, sit him up." Seth commanded a bit hectically, while he managed to put the bag over Dean's mouth just in time.
"Good Dean, let it all out." The medic murmured, still holding the bag up for him, while the blonde was emptying his stomach into it. Roman was calmly rubbing his boyfriend's back in circles, but Seth could see the burning concern in the tall man's eyes.
"Don't worry Roman. This is just a symptom of his concussion." Seth calmed the Samoan, "I'll give him something for the nausea right away."
Roman nodded thankfully, before he took the bag out of the medic's hands, so Seth could quickly start preparing the medication.
Dean's loud gasp caused the two-toned man to turn around rapidly - almost knocking over the ampules of medication in front of him - just to see that Roman had everything under control.
"Shhh, it's okay. I got you." The Samoan whispered soothingly into his boyfriend's hair, hearing the younger man sob, before another flush of vomit left his throat.
"I think he's really dizzy right now." Roman assumed, making sure the blonde was leaning safely against him, while he kept on stroking his boyfriend's back softly.
"That's not unusual for a grade three concussion." Seth explained, coming over with a filled syringe.
Dean's head was resting weakly against the Samoan, while the exhausted blonde had trouble to hold himself up in a sitting position for any longer.
" … s' … s'ck …", Dean breathed into the bag, before some dry heaves interrupted him and he cried out in pain, feeling his stomach cramping in protest.
"It's gonna get better soon." Seth promised after he had unnoticeably injected the medication through the needle in Dean's arm. The blonde's stomach already had started settling down a bit -because there was nothing left inside of it to throw up anyway - allowing them to carefully lay the lunatic back down onto the gurney.
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Later in the hospital:
"You're awake?" Roman asked surprised, quietly closing the door of Dean's hospital room behind him. After the mass of tests - which thankfully all turned out negative -, the treatment of his wounds and even more drugs, the Samoan had expected that the blonde would sleep until next morning. But looking over to his boyfriend's bed, finding two sleepy baby blue eyes there fixed right at him, while the Samoan slowly came closer, the lunatic disabused him.
"Couldn't … sleep …" Dean babbled quietly, obviously still strongly affected by the drugs they gave him.
"Are you in pain babe?" Roman asked concerned. He had set down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking over his boyfriend's cheek.
"No." The lunatic slightly shook his head, "I-It's just … the pictures don't want to stop haunting me …"
"Oh babe …" The Samoan gently took Dean's hand in his, kissing it softly, " … It's over … you're save.", He whispered sympathetically, not knowing what else to say.
"Try to sleep … I'm here." Slowly the tall man leant forward and pressed a lovingly kiss on the lunatic's temple, avoiding the white band-aid on his boyfriend's forehead. With a relieved smile Roman noticed how the blonde was slowly relaxing under his soft touch.
"Where have you been?" Dean whispered, obviously wanting to change the subject, but that was okay for the Samoan. He wouldn't push the younger man. His boyfriend would get all the time he needed to cope with this and if Dean was ready to talk about it, Roman would be there for him.
"Ehm …" Roman finally answered a bit embarrassed, " … it's been a long day … and … I thought you would sleep at least the next couple of hours …"
A smile came upon Dean's lips, realizing how much it actually bothered the Samoan that he hadn't been at his boyfriend's side when he had woken up.
" … so I decided to go and drink a cup of coffee …" The tall man ended his small confession unable to look Dean in the eyes.
"And you didn't brought one for me?", the younger man protested with a playful pout, causing Roman to laugh.
"Oh no, no caffeine for you today.", the Samoan grinned, going into his boyfriend's joke, "You need to sleep babe."
"But Ro, I don't wanna go to bed yet." Dean whined like a stubborn child.
"Seriously Dean?", Roman chuckled, shaking his head. What the hell did the nurse gave him? Normally the blonde was sleeping like a stone as soon as he was lying in bed.
"Why do you have this band-aid over your chin?" Dean suddenly asked out of the blue, confusing Roman completely, until the tall man realized that this was just one of the lunatic's clever tactics to go off on a tangent.
"It's nothing." Roman mumbled, "They fought me down earlier, not wanting me to get into the building …" A shiver went through his body, when the memories hit him by surprise.
"But that's not important now babe." Roman quickly pushed the pictures aside, wanting to get back to their last conversation.
"You really should get some rest Dean." He said in a serious voice, "It's been a long day."
"But I want you to lie next to me." The younger man demanded.
"No, I can't do that babe. It's your bed.", The Samoan answered, watching his boyfriend already moving aside.
"Look, there's enough space for you Ro." Dean patted at the empty piece of mattress next to him, adding a: "Pleeeaaase Rooo."
It hadn't took long until Roman hadn't been able to withstand his boyfriend's baby blue puppy eyes anymore and had climbed into the bed as well.
"You're happy now?" The black haired man sighed, already feeling Dean cuddling closer and he took this as a yes.
" … you're so warm babe …" The lunatic murmured happily against Roman's chest and the Samoan couldn't help but smile at that, gently stroking over Dean's back.
"You know what Ro …?", The younger man whispered after a while when Roman thought the blonde already had fallen asleep, lying half on top of him, " … It's a pity that I don't need another I.V. …"
For a moment the Samoan was confused, not knowing if his boyfriend was being serious or it was just the strong medication, causing Dean to talk nonsense.
" … otherwise you would have to distract me again …"
Roman chuckled when he finally understood, what his boyfriend was talking about.
"Dean you goof." The Samoan giggled, "You could have just said that you want another kiss." He gently lifted Dean's chin - which was still resting on the tall man's chest - before he kissed his boyfriend passionate, feeling the blonde deepening the kiss with a pleased moan.
Author note:
For those of you who didn't know,
the blood sugar level of a healthy person
normally lays by 60 mg/dl to 80 mg/dl
Thanks for reading guys!
I know it's been a while again, even though I was writing on this the last couple of days almost none stop.
This will be the last chapter of "weird feeling" and somehow it just didn't want to stop XD. (That's why it's so long and also needed longer than I hoped :/.)
But don't be sad, I already have another story in mind, which will be based on this one and can be seen as a sequel of "weird feeling". (As long as you would like to read a sequel of this, of course.)
Let me know what you think and thanks to all of you who faved, follwed and took the time to leave a review, it makes me so happy every time. Thank you guys *heart*
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