The Fight For Her Life
Chapter Seven
Sam and Dean burst through their motel room door. Lizzie was still lying on the bed, barely conscious, and Castiel was kneeling beside her holding her hand. Sam immediately rushed over to Lizzie, and brushed his hand across her face as Lizzie opened her eyes and moaned softly. "How are you doing, Liz?" asked Sam. Lizzie moaned again and shook her head. "My stomach still hurts,'' she moaned, her arms still wrapped protectively around her midsection.
Dean walked in beside Sam "I'm gonna fill up the car," he said. Sam nodded and watched Dean walk out of the room then turned back to Lizzie, still holding her hand.
Lizzie was hyperventilating now, and her face was mingled with cold sweat and tears. Her eyes were red from crying, as Sam took a hand and brushed a few tears away from Lizzie's eyes as she continued to moan. "It's gonna be okay, Lizzie,'' Sam soothed. "Dean's starting up the car. We're gonna get you out of here soon,"
"About time." Lizzie moaned sarcastically, and Sam forced a laugh.
"Cas, go and see if Dean needs any help would you?" asked Sam as Cas nodded and exited the room.
Lizzie all of a sudden let out a scream of pain and Sam immediately looked concerned. "Lizzie? Talk to me! What's wrong?''
Lizzie curled up into a tight ball clutching her stomach with both hands, breathing rapidly. "The pain…It just got worse," she moaned, as more tears spilled down her face. "Your stomach pains?" asked Sam as Lizzie nodded while hyperventilating. Sam gazed helplessly at Lizzie for a moment, then made a move to pick her up. The slightest movement was like agony to her as she screamed again. Sam's chest clenched painfully as he fought back his own tears hearing his girlfriend's cries of distress. I can't take it anymore! Sam thought to himself as he wrapped one arm around Lizzie's waist and anther underneath her legs and carefully lifted her off the bed, and tried not to run as he left the hotel room.
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Sam quickly walked out into the parking lot carrying a crying Lizzie as he opened the left back passenger seat and carefully put Lizzie inside and shut the door before going around to the right side, opening the door, and sitting beside her. "What's going on?" asked Dean, noticing Lizzie and looking worried. "Let's just get out of here, please Dean," Sam. begged. "Okay,'' said Dean. "What's going on though?" "I don't know!" said Sam. It was a lie. Sam speculated that this new, more severe onset of pain meant that Lizzie's appendix had ruptured, and he knew that they couldn't wait any longer to get her to a hospital.
"Step on it, Dean!" said Sam as Dean climbed into the driver's seat of the Impala, and shut the door.
Dean floored the gas pedal as the tires squealed and they sped out of the parking lot and onto the highway. Sam continued to hold Lizzie's hand as she continued to cry and moan in pain. "Can't you drive any faster Dean?" asked Sam desperately. "Not without getting a ticket, no!" said Dean. Lizzie moaned as they ran over a speed bump. "Sorry, Lizzie!" said Dean, cringing apologetically.
"Ow! How much farther?" she asked, bowing her head against the pain. "I don't know, Liz,'' said Dean honestly. "About an hour, hour and a half maybe."
Lizzie moaned again. "I can't wait that long! It hurts so bad!" she moaned as she sobbed into Sam's shoulder as he squeezed her hand.
Dean gazed at Lizzie with a pitied expression on his face through the rearview mirror. Her eyes were drooping and she slowly began to drop her head onto Sam's shoulder. She was losing consciousness. Sam noticed this and lightly shook Lizzie. "Lizzie? Come on sweetie! Stay with me! Come on!" Lizzie didn't respond as her head continued to drop onto Sam's shoulder. "Lizzie?" Dean yelled. "Come on, sweetie, you've gotta stay awake, come on!"
Sam cringed. He hated the thought of what he was about to do, but then, he had to make sure Lizzie stayed conscious. He put his hands onto Lizzie's stomach and gently, very gently applied pressure. Lizzie moaned and her eyes snapped open. "What the hell did you do that for?" Lizzie moaned. "That hurt!" "Sorry,'' said Sam apologetically. "You were passing out – I needed to make sure you stayed awake."
Lizzie moaned and put her head back onto Sam's shoulder and squeezed his hand, moaning. A few times she gasped and moaned and the same time, and a few times she would almost scream. The pain was obviously really harrowing, and Sam wanted more that anything to reach the hospital soon.
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At last, at long last, Dean pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, and shut off the ignition. Sam got out and helped Lizzie to her feet, but as her feet hit the pavement she screamed and nearly fell to her knees like she had done back at the motel.
Sam tightened his grip around Lizzie's shoulder "Dean, help me!" he said as Dean took Lizzie's other side, and they began to help her into the hospital enterance.
"Help! We need some help!" Sam yelled as a nurse in blue scrubs ran to them. "What happened?" she asked. "It's my girlfriend – she's been sick for the past three days and she hasn't gotten any better, I think she's dying! You've got to help her! The nurse nodded and two orderlies came running in with a gurney as Sam set Lizzie onto it. She moaned, and curled up into a fetal position as she was wheeled along long corridors with lights that were too bright, making Lizzie's head spin, and her vision obscured, and finally into a small private room.
She was given a hospital gown, and Dean waited outside the curtain that had been drawn around the gurney as Sam helped Lizzie out of her pajamas and into the hospital gown. Lizzie's brow furrowed as Sam helped her pull her arms into the sleeves. "Ugh! I've always hated these things…." She said as she moaned again.
Sam smiled as he tied the gown, and helped Lizzie to lie down again. She had begun to shiver and beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Dean, seeing Lizzie in such discomfort, shrugged off his leather jacked (that used to belong to his father, John), and handed it to Sam, nodding to put it over Lizzie. Sam gave his brother a 'are you sure?' kind of look, knowing how much that leather jacket meant to him. Dean nodded, giving Lizzie another pitied expression.
Sam took the leather jacket from Dean and draped it around Lizzie. He then, reached up a hand, and began stroking her forehead consolingly.
The curtain was pulled back and a woman, in a striped shirt, black pants, high heeled shoes, and a lab coat emerged. There was a stethoscope in the pocket of her lab coat, and she wore square framed glasses, and had red hair (though in a lighter shade than Lizzie's), pulled back in a high ponytail as she introduced herself as Dr. Reynolds. "I understand you've been ill for the past three days?" Lizzie, who was in too much pain to speak nodded. "What are your symptoms?" Dr. Reynolds asked. Lizzie didn't say anything as Sam recounted her symptoms over the past three days, and mentioned that he was her boyfriend, and introduced himself, and Dean.
"Lizzie, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask this, is there any chance at all that you might be pregnant?" This caught Lizzie's attention and this time she was able to speak. "No!" she said. "Absolutely not!" Dr. Reynolds raised her eyebrows. "You're sure?" she asked. Lizzie nodded, as she moaned again. Sam then went on to explain (much to Lizzie's embarrassment) that Lizzie was virgin. "Ah," said Dr. Reynolds, making a note in Lizzie's chart. Blood, and urine samples were then taken, along with Lizzie's temperature. Dr. Reynolds then took out her stethoscope. "Now, let me take a look at your tummy, okay?" she said. Lizzie didn't look too pleased with her midsection being probed again, but nodded, as she squeezed Sam's hand harder.
Dr. Reynolds put the ear tips of the stethoscope in her ears, and the diaphragm on Lizzie's abdomen. She moved the diaphragm all across Lizzie's abdomen, listening for any abnormalities, just like Sam had done back in the motel room. After a while, she took off the stethoscope and began to gently feel various spots on Lizzie's stomach. She barely had to press down when Lizzie screamed. "Sorry!" she apologized as more tears spilled down her increasingly pale face.
"It looks like she might have appendicitis,'' said Dr. Reynolds. Dean and Sam exchanged 'I knew it!' expressions then turned back. "It can be hard to diagnose but I'll be able to tell for sure when the results of her bloodwork comes back,"
"More waiting then?" asked Sam. "I'm afraid so," said Dr. Reynolds. "But hopefully, it won't be for long," "Will she be okay?" asked Sam apprehensively. "I don't know Sam,'' said Dr. Reynolds honestly. "If she does have appendicitis then it is essential that we react quickly. If it is left untreated, there is a risk that her appendix will rupture."
"Which means what, exactly?" asked Sam, looking worried. "It means that the bacteria in the appendix begins to attack the abdominal cavity resulting in severe infection. If this happens it can be deadly."
Sam swallowed hard. "Well that's comforting,'' said Dean sarcastically. "I'll get back to you when I know more,'' Dr. Reynolds said as she left the room.
"Why didn't you say anything, Lizzie?" Dean demanded angrily. "More still, why did you refuse to see a doctor? We could have gotten you help sooner!"
"Sorry,'' Lizzie moaned. "I didn't want you to worry," "Smart move,'' said Dean sarcastically, as Sam shot Dean a look that clearly said 'leave her alone!'
Lizzie groaned loudly and clutched at her stomach, with both hands, her eyes screwed up in pain. Sam rubbed small circles into her back. "It's gonna be okay," he said comfortingly. "Ugh, kill me now!" Lizzie moaned. "What?" asked Sam, unsure of what he had heard. "Kill me," Lizzie repeated, more tears streaming down her face. "At least the pain will be over…" "Lizzie stop talking like that!" Sam commanded. "We're gonna get you help. Everything's gonna be fine!" he said, as he continued to stroke Lizzie's forehead.
Lizzie screamed again, and, Sam stood up. "I'm gonna find a doctor,'' he said. "No!" said Lizzie, looking slightly scared. "Lizzie, I have to find you some help!" said Sam, as he made to let go of Lizzie's hand, but Lizzie held fact to Sam's wrist. "Please….don't go…!" she whimpered as she screamed in pain again.
Sam's heart broke as the sight and sounds Lizzie was making. He looked over at Dean who gave him a look that said, "Go find help! I'll stay with her,"
But he knew that Lizzie wasn't as close to Dean, so instead of leaving his girlfriend's side, Sam shouted for help until he felt like his vocal cords would tear.
Dr. Reynolds came back, and this time she was dressed in a surgical gown and cap. "Lizzie definitely has appendicitis and it appears that it has already ruptured, so we have to take her up to surgery immediately,"
Sam nodded as Lizzie was wheeled out of the tiny exam room, and Sam followed close behind, maintaining a grip on Lizzie's hand. She refused to take her eyes off him.
"Sam…." Lizzie moaned, struggling to stay conscious due to the increasing pain. "I'm here, Lizzie,'' said Sam, still holding onto her hand. "You're gonna be just fine, okay? Don't worry." Lizzie nodded, but she still looked worried, still crying.
"We have to take her up, now," Dr. Reynolds informed him. "Sam…." Lizzie moaned, this time there was desperation in her voice. "You're gonna be fine, Lizzie," Sam said soothingly as he was gently held back. But as he let go of Lizzie's hand her purity ring slipped off her finger and into Sam's palm.
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