Living Day to Day
Chapter seven
Sam found the town's cemetery then checked into the motel that was closest to it. Now all he had to do was get the necklace and bury it. He took out his cell phone and turned it on. He knew Dean would be worried and wanted to reassure him that he was alright.
"Sam! Where the hell are you?" Dean shouted into the phone as soon as he picked it up. He was both relieved to hear from Sam but was also angry that he had taken off.
"That's not important. I just wanted to check in with you so you don't get pissed off."
"Why did you turn your phone off?"
"I didn't want you tracking my signal."
"Sam just tell me where you are and I'll pick you up. You shouldn't be running around…not in your condition."
"Not yet Dean. There's something I want to do first."
"What ever it is we can do it together…just tell me where you are."
"Sorry Dean…I need to do this on my own. Just take it easy and I'll see you in a few days." Sam shut off the phone.
"Sam? Sammy! Damn!" Dean hung up and tossed the phone onto the passenger's seat. He was worried; he knew his brother shouldn't be alone, not in the condition he was in. But trying to find Sam would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The next day – late afternoon
Dean sat in a diner drinking a cup of coffee, his food in front of him growing cold as he looked out the window. Where the hell are you Sam? He kept wondering over and over as he watched cars drive by. Sam had finally called about an hour earlier and reassured him that he was fine and was taking his pills. Relieved that Sam was okay he had decided to go and get something to eat, but his worry for his brother made the food unappetizing. He was just about ready to leave when he noticed that the doctor who had treated Sam at the hospital had walked into the diner and appeared to be looking for someone. When the doctor spotted Dean he hurried over to him.
"Mr. Walters…." He addressed Dean by the name he had given him at the hospital.
"Doctor…" Dean nodded a greeting.
"Thank God I found you." The doctor sat down across from Dean.
"What's wrong?"
"Where's your brother?"
"I'm not sure right now …why?"
"There's been a mixup at the hospital."
"Mixup?"
"A disgruntled employee who worked in the lab switched some lab reports." The doctor leaned down and looked into Dean's eyes. "Your brother doesn't have a brain tumor."
Dean sat back in his chair; he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Oh thank God." He took a deep breath. It felt like it was the first time he had breathed since he had heard Sam's diagnosis. "What's wrong with him then?"
"He appears to have a blood clot on his brain which needs to be treated….But we should be able to dissolve or remove it with no problem and he should be fine….Your brother isn't terminal Mr. Walters…."
"That's great news." Dean said smiling.
"Yes it is but…." The doctor hesitated.
"But what?" The smiled dropped from Dean's face. Why must there always be a 'but' he thought?
"But the pills that were prescribed to him … they could kill him."
"What?" Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. "First you tell me my brother should be fine, and now you tell me the pills he's taking can kill him?"
"The pills he was given were to take away the pain from the brain tumor but they thin the blood and could cause the blood clot to break loose and become lodged in his heart or lung….If that happens your brother could die. First and foremost you must find your brother and stop him from taking any more pills. Then try not to get him agitated, try to keep him calm, and get him to the hospital as soon as possible."
TBC
