Okay. Just for you, a little smartass AN: The "Medulla oblongata" really exists and is not created by me ;) For further information, read the following chapter ;);) (or ask your doctor, or google gg)

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He marched up the front desk putting both hands on top of it, trying his best glare to intimidate the nurse.

"I'm sick of waiting. I-want-to-see-my-nephews!" Bobby was dead on his feet. He had driven to Ohio without a pause, left everything like it was, just grabbing his keys. That had been last evening. Some stranger had called him, asking him, if he was the uncle of Sam and Dean Tracy, as they had found his contact on his nephew's cellphone. The caller then told him, that he was staff on the Ohio General hospital, and that both boys had been admitted recently and that they couldn't reach other relatives.

Now it was four a clock in the morning and Bobby hadn't gotten any news ever since the phone-call.

"Sir. Please, this is a hospital… there are…" the nurse tried. "I don't care if this is a hospital! I don't even know about if the boys are even alive! Now move it, and get someone who can give me some answers, or I gonna move myself and search the whole ho…"

"Mr. Singer?" Bobby whirled around. "I'm Dr. Mans. I'm sorry it took me so long to come here and talk to you, but I've been occupied by another emergency." The doctor smiled tiredly. "Follow me, please." He made an inviting gesture and started to walk beside him down the long corridor.

"I'm afraid, I can't provide you with good news. Samuel is sleeping now. We had to put him on a mild sedative. He was in a state of shock and close to hypothermia as he came in. He was unconscious at that time, but regained consciousness in the ER. He immediately asked after his brother, and wouldn't let me treat him. He was just too agitated. But I understand why."

At that Bobby stopped. "What happened to Dean?"

For a moment the doctor searched for words, his eyes strayed, then returned to look at Bobby again. "We don't know what happened. They both went overboard on their way to South Bass Island. Dean suffered a blunt trauma to the head. He was hit here…" the doctor pointed to the back of his head. "… causing a cranial fracture, as well, as a swelling to the area around. This area inhabits the breathing-automatism and is called "Medulla oblongata". Well, it's kind of as if he has forgotten how to breathe. But the good thing is, there is enough place for swelling. We didn't have to open his skull, to release the pressure." The doctor replied.

"How serious is this doc?" Bobby asked, leaning on the wall for support.

"We can't predict anything at the moment. He was supplied with oxygen pretty fast, but we don't know if there's any damage to the brain itself. It's a very sensitive spot; some people recover in only a few days, others… never…" Bobby nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I need to see them. Both." He said, his voice hoarse with emotion. The doctor nodded in return, leading him to the ICU. "Don't get agitated. All the machines attached to Dean are necessary to help him through the time, while the swelling hinders the correct function of his breathing."

The doctor opened the door, to reveal what he had spoken of.

Dean was lying on a small bed, attached to every possible apparatus of medicine. "The respirator breathes right now for him, and we monitor his EEG and heart the whole time, as well as the levels of oxygen in his blood, his blood-pressure and his kidneys. He's a strong, young and healthy man. We just have to be a little patient, give him a little time. He'll pull through." The doctor said, then repeated his inviting gesture.

Bobby nodded helplessly, not able to utter a word, he staggered over to the bed, his hands hovering over Dean's prone form. "You are allowed to touch him." Dr. Mans simply said, and Bobby's hovering hand sank down on Dean's forehead, stroking gently back over the spiky hair. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?" he asked in a whisper, trying to sound annoyed. "You just go ahead 'nd nap here, getting strong again, okay? I'll handle meanwhile that stubborn brother of yours." For a moment he could almost hear Dean's smart ass retort, and after another second or two, he withdrew his hand, turning away and said: "I'll come back later again. Would you show me to Sam's room now?"

TBC...

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