DISCLAIMER: Again, I don't own any of the characters, though I wish…
Don't Fear the Reaper
CHAPTER 4:
"She's going into V-fib! Charge paddles to one-ninety and stand by!" Called a medic as Jo flat lined.
Dean bit back tears, both of fear and of fury.
What kind of sick fuck does this to an innocent woman? He thought hotly.
He gripped her hand, tears finally falling.
The assistant squirted lubricating gel onto the paddles and rubbed them together, calling: "Clear!" as he pressed the paddles onto the young hunter's chest.
Her back arched, then she flopped lifelessly back onto the gurney.
They charged again.
"Clear!" Once more, the supposedly life giving volts raced through her, causing her to spasm once more. The medic's looked defeated.
"Again!" Dean cried roughly.
"Sir…"
"Don't you sir me you son of a bitch, get her back! You hear me?"
The man nodded.
Six more "Clears!"
"We've got a pulse. Its weak but its there. Call the hospital; we need several bags of O neg waiting for a transfusion. This young lady had lost a lot of blood," stated the eldest paramedic.
Dean's head shot up. "I'm O neg, let me give her some," he said fervently, shrugging his jacket of and holding his arm out, waiting.
"Son, what happened, what did this to her?" asked the reluctant medic as he inserted a drip into his arm, one that led to the patient.
"I-I don't know," he lied. "Me and my brother got a call about half an hour ago. She was hysterical. We drove over, and when we got there, she was like this, and whoever or whatever did this to her was already gone,"
The med searched his green eyes. They were honest and sincere. Just filled with pain. He gave the kid a tight smile. "You hang in there…Dean, was it? Your lady friend will be just fine, thanks to you boys. A moment longer, she would've been done for,"
"She almost was!" Dean cried, wincing as he jerked his arm.
The aged medic put a comforting arm on his shoulder. "Son, we got her back, and as long as she fights, she'll survive. She strikes me as the fighting type,"
Dean managed a snort. "Man, you have no idea,"
"Dean and Sam Monroe?" called a young looking doctor.
The brother's stood. "Is she okay?" Dean demanded.
"She will be. She's lost a lot of blood, has received contusions to the liver and kidney's.
We also found traces of a sleeping drug in her blood system. It's obvious the assailant drugged her before it attacked,"
Dean paled. That had been his fault.
"Thank you, can we see her now?" Sam asked, feeling nauseous. They had hung her out for bait yet again. This time it had gotten out of hand.
"Of course. This way please," said the young doctor.
The private room was gloomy.
Jo sat up in the bed, her eyes closed, looking, for all intents and purposes, dead.
Dean had to look twice, to see that she was breathing, and that the paleness came with the loss of blood.
"Jo? Sweetheart?" Dean ventured softly, padding to her side.
Her eyes slid open lazily. "Dean? Sam?" She whispered, her weakened voice laced with pain.
"Yeah, 'course,' the eldest grinned gently. "How you feeling?"
"I've been better," she replied.
The words struck home.
Those had been the same words she had said, last time they used her as bait.
A tear leaked out as he gripped her hand.
"I'm sorry Jo. I almost got you killed," he murmured.
"Oh, Dean. Don't be stupid! Of course it wasn't your fault! Either of you!" She cried hoarsely, then began to cough.
Dean gently rubbed her back.
"I'm cool…it's cool," she gasped trying to get her breath back. It hurt so damn much!
She let out a sob. "Oh god Dean, I was so scared. I thought…I thought it got you first. I didn't thin you were coming…" she confesses, tears sliding down her pale cheeks.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry. Something was stopping us from getting out of the car! I had to smash the window!"
She smiled slightly. "You smashed your 'baby's' window just for me?" she inquired.
"Anything for you," he whispered.
"Um, I'm gonna get a coffee," Sam piped up, feeling that his brother needed some alone time with the woman.
"Sure, whatever geek boy," Dean said with a grin.
"Feel better Jo," Sam said with a gentle and sincere smile.
"I will…thank you Sammy," she whispered with a smile of her own.
Sam exited.
The minute he was gone, Jo burst out crying.
"Shhh, its okay…it's okay, I'm here now…" Dean assured, kicking his steel-toed boots off, climbing up next to Jo and wrapping strong muscular arms her. "You're safe…I promise I won't let anything happen to you…"
"It hurts…" she gasped.
"I know…I had the same before the accident,"
"I'm sorry," Jo said softly.
"Why? What for?" Dean asked, confused.
"Throwing the plate at your head," she admitted sheepishly.
Dean laughed and cupped her face in his hand.
"It was just a plate," he said, still amused.
"I could've hurt you," she smiled back. "I could've smashed up that pretty face of your's,"
Dean shrugged and leant down, catching her lips.
He was like a drug…like an addictive drug…it was almost too much to bear…
"Miss Harvalle, I presume?" came a voice from the door.
She pulled away from Dean. "Yeah?"
"I'm afraid I have some bad news…there is an unknown toxin in your blood. It is breaking down all the red blood cells in your body. Eventually your vital organs will shut down…" the doctor trailed off.
"What? Tell me dammit!" Jo demanded brusquely.
The doctor sighed.
"I'm afraid you're dying…"
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