Well there was a PM that I received for my last chapter, that just begged to be answered. The question: "Why does it seem like John is getting hit the hardest with the Sammy angst and hurt?" The PM'er then went on to say that she asked that question because she didn't think John would care that much about Sammy, especially in my stories…
The answer: Well John is Sammy's father, and though he doesn't always show it, he does love Sammy very much. Of course he would care. Now about the part in my stories… Well if you've read, 'Picture Perfect,' then I can understand your reasoning, but any of my other stories, except 'Count On Me' because of course John was dead; I have always had John as the loving father. He may not always show it, but he is.
Now that that is over with, back to the story. Thank you for all the reviews, I appreciate them very much… Though I still don't have a beta, because the one I asked hasn't responded yet, and my other beta left for college… So sorry in advance if there are any serious mistakes.
Oh and by the way if anything is off... I was listening to Nickelback, Keane and Flyleaf while typing this... Sorry!
John's heart stopped as he heard the heart monitor tell him that Sam's heart wasn't beating. A flurry of motion started around him, as everyone ran around him, to get to Sam. John watched as the ventilator was unhooked from the tracheal tube down Sam's throat and a translucent blue bag was attached to the end of the tube.
The doctors began CPR to try and restart Sam's heart, one of them pushing on his chest, while the other fisted the bag to get Sam air. This routine went on for a few minutes, but after two minutes, with no response, one of the doctors called for the defibrillator that had been brought in the room.
"Charge to 250," one of the men called, and after placing pads on Sam's chest, he called; "Clear!" Sam's body jerked as the electricity raced through it.
The doctor pulled the paddles away, and while looking at the heart monitor's flat line, he pressed his fingers to Sam's neck, after a second he pulled away, and shook his head saying, "Still no beat, charge to 300." The man at the defibrillator nodded that it was ready, and the doctor again said; "clear," while placing the paddles against Sam's chest once more.
Sam's body jerked again as the electricity shot through him, but this time, the monitor showed that Sam's heart was beating once more. John and the doctors all sighed in relief as the youngest Winchester's heart beat once more.
John turned and leaned his back against the glass, dropping his head into his hands, an unexpected sheen of tears lining his old eyes. After a few moments John raked his hands through his hair, and looked up, to find himself face to face with one of the doctors that had been in the room with Sam.
Startled by the man's presence, and how sneaky he had been to creep up on the experienced hunter, John jumped. The man smiled at him, and held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Dr. Jared Cook." John looked at the man's hand, then he warily took it, watching the doctor's every move.
"John Scott." John answered gruffly, letting the man's hand go.
"Well Mr. Scott, I've been treating Sam since he came in, and till now, when his heart gave out for a few minutes, it seemed as if he had been improving. Even now, it seems that his health and immune system are improving, despite the fact that his heart just stopped, Sam's vitals are still improving." The doctor let John have a minute to absorb the information.
"So you're saying that even though Sam just 'died,' he's getting better?" John asked disbelievingly.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. There is no way to explain it, other than saying it's a miracle. But despite the little setback just a minute ago, Sam is doing a lot better than expected." Dr. Cook looked John straight in the eye as he talked letting John know he was telling the complete truth, that Sammy, though his heart had just stopped was getting better.
"When can I see him?" John asked, taking the man at his word.
"Well if Sam keeps improving, you may be able to see him by tomorrow." John nodded, a smile pulling at his mouth.
"Thank you Dr. Cook." John said, really meaning it. 'Thank you for saving my son.'
"Your welcome, and call me Jared by the way, Dr. Cook makes me seem way too old and stuffy." When John nodded, Jared added, "If you need anything just have the nurse page me, and I will get back to you as soon as I can." John nodded again, and the doctor smiled, turning away.
John turned back to look at Sam, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw a familiar blond face staring back at him. 'Mary?' His lips moved but no sound came from them. The spirit came at him, and just as it floated past him whispered words floated to him.
"Take care of my boy John, both my boys." Then she was gone, and John nodded, if only to himself, the knowledge already wrapping itself around his heart. Mary had saved Sam, now it was his turn, to make sure that Sam stayed 'saved.'
John stayed at Sam's window for a while longer, until the image of his son laying so still on the bed became too much for him. He really wanted to spend time just sitting with Sam, touching him, making sure he was still there, not standing behind a plate of glass, making himself feel so useless as he stared at his broken son. He wanted to help Sam fight, wanted Dean to be there, to help Sam fight.
John turned around and headed back to see Dean.
As soon as John placed one foot in the room, Dean was alert and reaching for the knife that was always beneath his pillow, except this time it wasn't there, and Dean's hand came up empty. He looked confused for a moment, before looking up at the doorway and seeing his father there, then remembering what had happened with the demon, and the fact that he was in the hospital.
Sammy? It was the first thing that came to his mind, as it always did. Sammy was his priority and he had to make sure he was okay.
"Sam?" He asked, and John smiled, really appreciating the bond his sons had with each other.
"He's better." John said, hoping it was enough to placate Dean, but of course Dean wasn't satisfied and his expression told John just that, so he continued. "Well his heart stopped while I was there, but his doctor got it started again, thanks to Mary," John paused, watching as Dean's eyes widened, and he nodded. "The doctor said Sam was still improving, even though his heart let out."
"When can we see him?" Dean asked, accepting what his father told him.
"Well his doctor said that if he kept improving, we might be able to see him as early as tomorrow." John answered, and watched as Dean's eyes lit up.
"Really?" Dean asked, wanting to believe what his father told him, but not wanting to let his hopes get to high without proof.
"That's what his doctor told me, and he said if we had any questions, that we could just page him, so I think it's a safe bet that we can believe him." John said, and Dean smiled.
A/N: Well I know this chapter was short, but you wanted another chapter. I didn't have much time, and I just got home from work after a twelve hour shift, so I hope you appreciate it.
By the way, I did something yesterday that made me extremely proud of myself... I got my third holes and my cartilage pierced! I didn't even faint while my friend had to leave the room! See I have this aversion to blood and needles when it's not on screen or in books, so be proud!
Yeah, so I got that done, and... I went to see, 'Night at the Museum,' in IMAX... It was pretty cool, though I did get motion sick...
Anyway take care, and I will get up a new chapter as soon as I can... Please review too...
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