So before you read, I am sooooo sorry that I didn't update sooner, but it appears that Sam's illness has rubbed off on me! Haha. So anyway, I finally got the chance to write this down, so here it is! Please enjoy! –twiandsuperfan
Chapter 4
"104.7, Jesus, Sammy. We gotta get that down! Think you can drink some Ginger Ale and take a few Tylenol?"
"Pepto first, stomach's still uneasy." Sam requested.
"Okay, Pepto it is." Dean said, as he grabbed the little cup and pink liquid, and measured it out.
The smell alone made Sam feel worse, but he did know that if he didn't take it, he would only get worse. He swallowed convulsively, a movement Dean noticed right away.
"You okay?" Dean asked, pausing his pouring.
Sam gave a thumb's up, since he didn't trust opening his mouth right now.
Dean finished pouring the large dosage and resealed the top on the bottle before setting it down in the backseat.
"Okay, Sammy, you ready?" Dean questioned, knowing that his little brother's sick and fevered body wasn't strong enough to take the medicine himself.
Sam nodded and then groaned lightly.
"Still dizzy?" Dean guessed.
"Extremely." Sam whispered.
"Well, once we get some meds in you, you can sleep; sound good?"
Sam gave the okay sign.
"Here comes the train, Choo! Choo!" Dean chuckled as he put the cup to Sam's lips.
Sam opened up his mouth and let the liquid go down his throat; it might as well have been a five-pound weight when it hit Sam's stomach. His stomach clenched painfully.
"Dee…" Sam's voice wavered.
Dean grabbed the bucket and put it under Sam's head as Sam retched violently, bringing the pink liquid and more bile up. Dean winced in sympathy as Sam heaved again, leading to a mix between a cough and a gag.
Once he was done, Sam wrapped his arms firmly around his stomach and whimpered repeatedly. Dean saw tears forming in his eyes and wished that he could trade places with Sam.
Dean pulled Sam close and stoked his hair and rubbed his back soothingly.
"Sammy? Do you think that if you lay down, I could get moving? I'm gonna call Bobby and tell him to get one of his doctor buddies, but we would have to make to his house. Do you think you could do that?" Dean questioned, sad and angry that he was actually asking his beyond sick brother this. "Be honest." Dead added.
There was a pause as Sam thought about if he could make it…
"No, gah-," He wrapped his arms firmer around his cramping stomach, "still feel sick, stomach kills, dizzy, sorry." Sam whispered apologetically.
"Its okay, Sammy, I'll have Bobby come get us. What can I do?"
"Don't know, need fluids, but won't stay down." Sam explained.
"I know you do, do you want to try Ginger Ale?"
"Have to try, feel like I'm gonna pass out…" He closed his eyes and swallowed, "Fever above 105 causes seizures… need to get down."
Sam still amazed Dean at times, and this was one of those times, even though he was in obvious pain, and felt horrible, he was still a walking dictionary.
"Okay, let's try then. You with me?" Dean asked.
"Mhm," Sam replied and coughed a few times, "Hurry."
Dean could feel the heat radiating off of Sam's skin and it worried him tremendously! Dean grabbed the Tylenol and cracked open the Ginger Ale, omitting a hissing sound. He wished that he could make it flat in a matter of minutes.
"Sam, open your mouth." Dean instructed. He opened his mouth as Dean stuck in the two white pills.
"Small sip," Sam breathed.
Dean gave him a tiny drop and he swallowed. Sam closed his eyes and gulped loudly several times.
"Is it staying down?"
"Not willingly, five minutes." Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"'Til it's in bloodstream." Sam explained back.
"I'll count for you. You can do this Sammy." Dean encouraged.
One minute: Sam was holding his stomach and swallowing continuously.
Two minutes: Sam was breathing faster, and appeared to be in pain.
Three minutes: Sam was moaning and was hunched over in his seat.
Four minutes: Sam had tears running down his face, and appeared to be in agonizing pain.
Five minutes: "Sam, five minutes." Dean announced.
"Bucket!" Sam barely calls out in time for Dean to thrust it under Sam's face.
The Ginger Ale made a reappearance, but the pills seemed to have dissolved, just like Sam said.
As Sam continued to heave he called out Dean's name desperately, until the bout finally subsided. Once again, Sam was coughing, trying to catch his breath as Dean held him close.
"Good job, Sammy." Dean congratulated. Sam swallowed and still appeared to be in pain.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked worriedly.
"Stomach throbs, more than flu, don' know wha-," Sam broke off coughing, "-t, Dee, call Bobby, needs to hurry, gonna pass out."
"No, Sam, no passing out on my watch!" Dean says quickly.
"Dizzy, Dee, need fluids, don' know how, check temp in twenty minutes, 'm try to stay awake." Sam said weakly.
"That's it, Sammy boy. Are you okay if I call Bobby, real quick?"
"Mhm." Sam mumbles.
Dean quickly gets his cell off the dash and hits three for the second time that day.
"Pick up, Bobby! Come on!" He begged.
Finally he heard Bobby's voice.
"Where are you boys?" Bobby asked.
"Bobby, Sam's not doing well, can you come get us? I really can't drive when he's like this." Dean explained.
"Where are you? What's going on?" Bobby asked anxiously.
"At a gas station about two and a half hours away, Bobby, Sam's temperature's at 104.7… probably higher now and he can't keep anything down. He quit sweating about thirty minutes ago and he says that he thinks he's going to pass out. Bobby, I don't know what to do!" Dean was now crying, Sam grabbed his hand, and squeezed it shakily.
"Jesus! I'll call Douglas; he works at a clinic not too far out. Dean, don't let him fall asleep, and try to cool him down!"
"How?" Dean begged.
"Wet a towel or something. Has he taken anything for a fever?"
"Tylenol, apparently it's in his system, but I doubt it will help, Bobby, please hurry!" Dean said frantically.
"I'll be there in an hour! Hold on!" Then, the line went dead.
So, what do you think? Any ideas of what should happen next? Thanks for reading and I hope that you are enjoying a little sick Sam. -twiandsuperfan