Storm of Emotions: chapter four

Disclaimer. Don't own them and I am not making a profit from this story.

Author's Note: All mistakes are mine. Sorry for the errors in the previous chapter.

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Previously in Storm of Emotions: The doctor put his hand on John's shoulder as Dean walked over to join them as the doctor began to speak.

"I am pleased to tell you that we were able to connect the nerve endings through some delicate surgery. Barring any complications, Sam should be able to use his hand once he goes through extensive therapy and learns to use it again. At times he will get aggravated and feel like giving up because of his slow progress. Just let him know that you are there for him and support him in every way, it will make a huge difference in his recovery. We also had some tense moments when Sam's blood pressure shot up and we had to get that under control using medication to bring it down. I believe the rise in pressure was a reaction to the anesthesia, and I have noted it in his file. Now all we can do is wait until Sam wakes up and beings the struggle to recover."

He then continued to say "Sam is still dependent on the ventilator to help him breathe. At this point, he is on one hundred percent oxygen. We are hoping to start dropping that level sometime tonight if he can start triggering the ventilator on his own. We feel like his lungs are progressing well with the help of the antibiotics and look forward to being able to wean him off of the ventilator Sam will be in the recovery room for about an hour and then moved to the pediatric ICU. You can see him then. If you need me or have any questions just have me paged." With that, the doctor walked away.

Both John and Dean relaxed slightly at the news. They wouldn't be able to fully release the tension until they saw their youngest with their own eyes. Both men walked over to the coffee machine grabbing some cups knowing that they would need the strong brew to get them through the upcoming night.

After arriving in Sammy's room, John and Dean pulled up a chair on either side of the bed watching Sammy in his drug induced sleep, Dean running his hand through Sam's unruly hair and John rubbing his thumb over Sam's hand.

At some point during the night, the two oldest Winchesters dozed off, Dean with his head lying against Sammy's uninjured arm and John leaning back in his chair with his ankles crossed, both ready to spring awake at the slightest sound.

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The night had passed quickly with nurses checking Sam's vitals every hour and making sure that he hadn't developed a post operative infection. He had started triggering the vent on his own at one point and his oxygen level was slowly being lowered. John had left to get some food even though Dean stated that he wasn't hungry. He knew without nourishment that their bodies would crash. Dean walked over and stood beside the bed once again running his hand through Sammy's hair.

"Come on sleeping beauty, it's time to wake up from your nap now." He watched for any signs of movement. Seeing none, he tried again. "Sammy, you need to wake up now. Please Sammy, I need to see those hazel eyes of yours."

Sammy started to stir at hearing the need in his brothers voice. He slowly moved his head towards the voice that he knew so well.

"Thank God, come on Sammy, you can do it!" Sam cracked open his eyelids just a fraction and started to groan. Realizing that something was in his throat choking him, Sam started to panic. The monitors that were connected started beeping Sam's distress and Dean called for help while at the same time trying to get Sammy to calm down. "It's okay Sammy, relax, the ventilator is there to help you breathe.

Dr. Grove was on his way to Sam's room to check out his patient when he heard the monitors going off and Dean's voice calling for help. He rushed into the room to see his patient fighting the ventilator.

"Sam, listen to me, I need you to calm down so we can remove the ventilator. Can you do that for me?" Seeing Sam's nod he gave him a minute and with the help of Dean, Sam was able to stop fighting the vent.

"Okay Sam, when I count to three I want you to exhale long and hard for me so I can extract the vent. Do you understand me?" Once again Sammy nodded. "Okay, here we go. One. Two. Three. Sam followed the doctor's orders and within second the ventilator had been taken out. Sam started coughing harshly and tears flooded his eyes. The doctor told Dean and Sam that the coughing was to be expected and they would give Sam something for the pain in his throat. The nurse injected the pain medication into Sam's IV and he slipped into another drug induced sleep. The nurse then put a nasal cannula under Sam's nose to deliver the oxygen that he still needed to help his lungs fully heal from the pneumonia.

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John arrived back at Sammy's room to find out that Sammy had woken up and been removed from the ventilator in the time that he was gone to pick up the greasy burgers and fries for him and Dean. He also stopped off to salt and burn the black dog's carcass. He wasn't taking any chance of it going after Sammy again. He handed Dean his food and a drink as Dean filled him in on the events that happened while he was gone.

John was beyond happy to see his youngest child finally starting the road to recovery. He really needed to apologize to his baby while he was awake to hear the words. He knew that wouldn't be for hours yet as the pain killer that Sammy was given would keep him under most of the day.

Sammy continued to make small improvements throughout the day. There were some moments when he would make a slight movement or groan which made his family think he was waking up only for him to settle again into a deep sleep.

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John and Dean continued to watch Sammy sleeping until finally, as evening neared, Sammy started waking up.

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"De"….his voice croaked and he began to cough. His throat was dry and scratchy from having that tube in it for so long.

"Don't try to talk yet Sammy," Dean reached over and got some ice chips from the cup beside Sammy's bed and spoon fed them to his brother. "This will help your throat." The ice soothed Sam's throat as it melted allowing him to get control of his voice once again.

"Dean…what happened? I can't seem to think, what's wrong with my head?"

"It's okay little brother, you mind is just foggy from the pain medication they have you on. You're going to be fine." Dean gave Sam some time to process the information before asking him what he remembered.

At this point, John coughed slightly causing Sam's attention to focus on him. At seeing his dad, the events leading up to his being hurt flashed through Sam's groggy mind and he whimpered slightly trying to move away from his father, but unable to do so. John was heartbroken to see the fear in Sammy's hazel eyes knowing it was him that put it there.

As Sam became more agitated at seeing his father, the alarms on the monitors attached to him started going off once again. Knowing that he had to calm his little brother quickly, "Dean refocused Sammy's attention on him by whispering soothing words to him as John quietly left the room.

"It's alright Sammy, I'm here and I'm not going to allow anything bad to happen to you. Shhh, it's alright" Dean ran his hands through Sam's hair as he spoke knowing that it always calmed Sammy down.

When Sam's nurse walked in to check on him, Dean had calmed Sam to the point that his monitors were back to normal. He let the nurse know that Sammy had become stressed at waking but was doing much better now. The nurse checked Sam's vitals and then left the room.

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John stood in the hall outside his son's room with silent tears streaming down his face and his back to the wall. His baby boy was actually afraid of him now, didn't trust him not to hurt him. He didn't know how he would ever make Sammy feel safe around him again. John slowly slid down the wall, put his head on his knees and cried.

TBC

I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. I am not very good with medical issues, but I tried to make it interesting. THANKS FOR READING!