STONEWALL; Chapter Seven
"One word turns into war
Why is it the smallest things that tear us down?
My world's nothing when you don't
I'm out here without a shield
Can't go back now
Both hands tied behind my back for nothing
There times when we climb so fast to fall again"
-Battlefield; Jordin Sparks
His father's words were weighing in the back of Sam's mind. Why did he say yeah? Sam shook his head in annoyance with himself. Putting his hand to his head he smacks himself. Probably a little too hard. But he didn't care. He felt the sting as it burned with a passion then subsided like a wave washing over the sand at a beach.
Sam limped into the kitchen. Suddenly he was sick to his stomach. He felt like he could blow chunks any second. Clutching his stomach, Sam leaned forward. Trying to get his unsteady breathing under control he took deep breaths. But his sudden panting only brought pain to his rib cage. Shock from the abrupt pain and the panic from the talk with his father made him lightheaded.
What was happening to him? Why was he feeling like this?
Breathing was getting difficult. Seeing was an even harder task. Keeping his balance was the worse. Trying to find something stable, he held his hand out, searching. He resembled a blind person waving their cane to see what's ahead of them. Sam took baby steps, that's the fastest he could go. Sam to in quick, sharp breaths. That's only as much air as he lungs would let him take in. Rubbing his blurry eyes, Sam looked around Bobby's kitchen, still trying to find something to hold on to.
When did everything get so far?
One name ran across Sam's mind like a message on a blimp: Dean. Where had he gone? Sam thought. But the bigger question is when would he get back. Either him or Bobby. Anybody would do right now. Sam needed help.
Suddenly, his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees. They hit with a loud bang, radiating pain up and down his legs. He wanted to cry out, he wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn't. His voice was gone. Like a well, his voice had completely dried out. His throat was rough and vapid. He tried to cough but it was also immobile.
His lungs clutched again and he jerked forward. Luckily, he was able to extend his arm before his face met the hardwood floor. Sam's body jerked forward as he wrapped his arm over his screaming stomach. Sam could feel his toes and fingers curl as he tried to keep the pain under control. But he couldn't breathe. He couldn't talk. He could barely move.
Letting his head rest on the floor Sam breathed as smoothly as he could. His sight still had black dots all around. It seemed as if they were bursting, only to make bigger dots to cloud his eyesight and mind.
Just then, he heard a sound. A slight sound and footsteps. They were calm at first, then they were very rapid and panicked. He felt a hand on his side, putting slight pressure to turn him onto his back.
"Sam!" came a trembling call.
Sam tried to answer it, really he did, be he couldn't find the strength.
There was another set of footsteps running in Sam's direction but he couldn't see who he was. He felt hands touching him. He was lifted and then l put down. His head was resting on something. Someone's lap?
His breathing was getting quicker and it only made his stomach hurt more. Sam did everything in his power to slow it down., but he couldn't.
Something tugged at his eyelids gently.
"Sammy, look at me."
Sammy? Sam thought. Instantly, he knew he was in the arms of Dean.
"Sam hold on, buddy. Bobby's calling 911, okay?"
Trying to talk back would zap what little energy Sam had left so he found it best to stay quiet even though he wished there was another way to comfort his brother. Dean didn't need this. Not now. There was already a lot of things going on. And whatever was happening to Sam didn't make him feel better.
"Damn it, hurry up!"
"I'm calling, I'm calling!"
The the voices were screaming at each other. But their voices didn't hold anger or despise. The quality of their yells held shock, worry, urgency, and desperation.
Sam felt something shake his shoulder.
"Sam can you hear me?"
If he could respond, Sam would tall him that his hearing's fine. But his breathing, hear rate, eyesight, voice box, and healing ribs needed some work. But what scared Sam the most was how fast he could feel his heart beating. He wished he could tell it to stop trying to jump out of his chest.
"Sammy, talk to me, kiddo. I need to know what happened. Sam, answer me. Sam!"
There was talking in the background, but it was too fast, and too faded for Sam to grasp. He held on to bits and pieces of it.
"…fallen…car crash…help…unresponsive…16 years old…ambulance…hurry…"
In his mind, Sam attempted to make that into a proper sentence, but his brain wasn't working that way.
"Sam, come on. Look at me."
Aren't I looking at you?
"Answer me!"
I'm trying…
"Hold on, Sam. Okay? Just hold on. The ambulance is coming, I promise."
I believe you…
He felt a body hovering over his face, so close he could hear him fighting back tears.
"Don't leave me, Sammy. Please."
I won't. I promise…
Minutes that felt like hours to Dean and Bobby passed like seconds to Sam. Before he knew it, they were here.
Again, more mixed sentences.
"…what happened?…how long?…nearest hospital…immediately…"
Sam didn't even try to unscramble this sentence, his main concern at the moment was breathing and keeping his heart in his body.
Sam heard Dean's voice again, yelling.
He heard Bobby's voice again, instructing.
He heard Dean and one of the male paramedics, arguing.
Then he felt himself being lifted, placed on something hard, and then the vibration of being moved by something with wheels. Soon, the vibration stopped and felt the weightlessness of being lifted again.
He heard the paramedic's voice, informing.
He heard Dean's voice again, angry.
Something big enough to cover his mouth and nose was put on his face. His first instinct was to push it off, but when it shot out crisp air into his nose, calming him, he let it stay.
Sam heard sirens, wailing.
"You're gonna feel a prick in your arm, okay sweetie?"
A poke hit Sam's arm just under his elbow.
Soon after, Sam felt nothing and heard nothing.
Sleep.
It was short, I know. I'm sorry. My Beta's still on vacation till the 16th, so sorry for any mistakes.
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