Author's Note: Happy New Year to everyone! Sorry for the delay, I've actually had this chapter written for a bit, but I'm just not sure that I'm happy with it. What I am happy with is the wonderful reviews from Tisha Wyman, YaoiIsMyDrug.23, Dubhe666, and a Guest review! You guys rock! And thanks for the many favs and follows! Let me know what ya'll think of this one, and sorry in advanced for the shortness! Hugs to all, double hugs if you leave a review!
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It was finally quiet, staff and patients grateful for the reprieve from the heartbreaking screams coming from the room at the end of the hall. Dr. Bourke pinched the bridge of her nose; the headache had been pounding away behind her eyes for the past two hours. She had no idea how to deal with the situation she found herself in. She had dealt with many cases of traumatized patients, men and women alike, and with horrid psychological and physical wounds. This young man though, this Dean Singer, she had no thoughts on how to help him. She didn't know what made him different or why she felt so helpless as she sat by his bed side. She'd sent his father away, telling him to get rest, and that had backfired on her. He may have been able to calm the boy down better than any of the other staff had been able to. After the first hour of his sedative-induced nightmares, she had agreed to have him restrained so that he couldn't hurt himself any more than he already was. He had kicked and thrashed, choked wails had rebounded off the walls and into the hall, and he had ripped many wires and monitors from his body with his struggles. As the second hour inched by, his wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and bloody as he continued to fight the restraints as he sought to escape the horrors only he could see trapped behind his closed eyelids. Dr. Bourke and several of the nurses tried to calm him with words and gentle touches to uninjured areas, but he had not responded to them. By hour three, the head nurse on staff suggested increasing the sedation to thrust him further into unconsciousness. Dr. Bourke disagreed, she was afraid that it would only intensify the panic the young man was experiencing. With a sigh, she had left to call Bobby and ask him to come back. The man had agreed immediately, and she hated that he sounded so upset. She had actually decided to decrease the amount of sedative being pushed into his IV and within thirty minutes, he had begun to calm, leaving her sitting next to a silently sobbing young man, relishing the quiet and dreading Bobby's wrath.
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Bobby had managed to get Sam upstairs without too much of an effort. Sam had moved like a robot, head down, shoulders hunched, and sniffles and whimpers the only sounds he made. Bobby got him into his and Dean's shared room and began guiding him towards the closest bed, which happened to be Dean's. The bed no longer had smooth sheets covering the mattress, only blood. The older hunter felt his anger start to boil again, clenched his teeth together hard when he felt Sam hesitate at the sight before him. Bobby remembered his earlier anger towards John, towards the fact that there were seldom consequences for Sammy's behaviors. He pushed the younger man in the direction of the bloody mattress. Sam let out a loud sound of distress, turning wide puppy dog eyes on Bobby. The older man shook his head. "Sam, I love you, boy, but I'll be damned if you're gonna walk away from what you did with a smack on the hand," he stated as calmly as he could. Sam had the decency to lower his eyes and nod in understanding as he sat on the very edge of the mattress. Bobby sighed and began to look for clean clothes. "I didn't mean to do it. At least, not like that," the low voice startled Bobby from his own thoughts. "What?" "I've been blaming everything on the demon blood and Ruby because I didn't want to accept how I felt, that the feelings and thoughts I've been having about Dean were really my own. So I just said it was the demon blood. But once things started, I couldn't stop. And I liked knowing that I could control him and what was happening. I felt so powerful and in charge for once. And I hated it and loved it all at the same time. What's happening to me, Bobby?" Sam choked out the words. Bobby just started solemnly at the young man before him. "This is something that is going to take a long time to sort out, son. Answers for this type of stuff don't just fall out of the sky. But what I do know is that you need to get cleaned up so we can go to the hospital. I'm not leaving Dean to try and cope with this alone, any more than I'm going to ask you to." Sam nodded, his dark hair cascading over his face. "Bobby? What if…what if he doesn't want me there?" he asked with a trembling voice. "Well, you may have to deal with that. Dean forgives quickly, and maybe he will this time, too. Or he may be terrified or pissed at you, Sam. So I suggest you figure out what you want to say to him without making things worse. You hear me, boy?" "Yes, sir". The shrill ring of the phone disturbed the terse conversation between the two. Bobby shoved clothes into Sam's hands with instructions for him to shower and then headed for the phone in his bedroom. "Yeah," he snapped, listening for Sam to move into the bathroom and the shower to start. "Mr. Singer? It's Dr. Bourke," came the hesitant voice of Dean's attending physician. "Dr. Bourke. Yeah, is everything okay?" Bobby felt his blood go cold at the realization that there would only be one reason she was calling. "To be blunt, Dean is having a sedative-induced panic attack and we can't get him to calm down. I would like for you to come back to the hospital; I'm sure he'll respond to you", she spoke quickly. He heaved a sigh. "Of course, it'll take me about an hour to get there. Thanks for calling me." He quickly hung up and headed back to the boys' room to pack a few things for Dean and to get ready to head back to the county hospital.
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Dr. Bourke had spent an additional thirty minutes by Dean's bedside before she decided that he could be left alone. His tears had slowed and he appeared to be sleeping quietly. All of the nurses had taken an immediate liking to the young man and kept checking on him in concern after his panic attacks. They were aware that Bobby would be returning, and they were glad he was. They had all been scrambling around, trying to soothe not only Dean, but the other patients as well as each other. It had been a horrifying three hours, listening to the screams, especially with the ventilator warping the pained and frightened sounds. They began to prepare the patients for dinner, each one peeking into Dean's room and sighing with relief to see him still and silent. Many of the nurses had voiced concern that the general noise that accompanied dinner would trigger another panic attack in the young man. Dr. Bourke had seemed positive that he would be able to sleep through it, and left orders for them not to attempt waking him for any reason. They all bustled about their evening routines, continuing to stop at the door at the end of the hall and checking on the sleeping young man. A collective sigh of relief went up when Bobby burst through the doors less than an hour after receiving Dr. Bourke's call. He went straight to Dean's room, tossing a quick wave to the nurses as he went by. A tall young man with floppy dark hair and downturned eyes followed at his heels. A few of the nurses paused to look at him, but said nothing as he appeared to be with Bobby. Cheri, head nurse coming on shift, murmured quietly to another nurse to keep a close eye on the new comer and that she was going to inform Dr. Bourke of Bobby's return.
TBC...