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Chapter 9
"I didn't know how much more he was going to be able to take, but we've got him stabilized, again." Dr. Wallace said as he was finally able to move out of the operating room.
He took a last look over at Dean before he exited and changed out of the scrubs and into his regular wear.
"Dr. Wallace, I believe his brother's still in the waiting room." A nurse said to him.
"Yes, I'll go inform him about his brother's condition." Sighing heavily, Dr. Wallace made his way to the elevators and down to the first floor.
"Dean? You're all I have…." Dr. Wallace heard these words as he made his way around the corner and looked up in time to see the brother fall against the nearby wall and slide down it, clearly unconscious.
Dr. Wallace quickened his steps and called for a nurse as well as an explanation to what had just taken place.
"Mr. Franklin? Mr. Franklin can you hear me? Did anyone see what happened?" Dr. Wallace asked more towards a nurse.
"No sir. He'd gone back to take his seat and I had to go file some paper work. I'm sorry." There was no one else in the waiting room to ask for more information.
"Mr. Franklin?" Dr. Wallace continued to check for any sign of injury and was thankful when he was greeted by a soft moan when he shined a light into Sam's right eye. "Sam? Can you hear me?"
"Dean?" No, it wasn't Dean. This voice sounded different, besides, Dean had left him. "Dean…."
"Sam, can you open your eyes for me?" Dr. Wallace asked.
"Y-Yeah. Ummm… Dr. Wallace? Wh-what happened?" Sam asked as he finally got his bearings.
"I was hoping you'd be able to tell me." Dr. Wallace frowned as he helped Sam up.
Sam looked exhausted, but there weren't any signs of anything that could've caused his suddenness to fall unconscious. Dr. Wallace looked at Sam and sighed. He was sure it had to do with all that was happening.
"Dean! Where's Dean?! "He quickly, fumbling slightly, made it to his feet and tried to run off to search for his brother, but Dr. Wallace held him firmly.
"Sam, he's ok. There were complications during the surgery, and we thought we lost him a couple of times, but he's ok. The nursing staff is going to be moving him into I.C.U., for observation, but once we're sure he's in the clear, we'll move him to his own room." Dr. Wallace said quickly.
"S-so…he's ok? He's not dead?" Sam looked to the doctor, eyes wide.
"No, he's not dead." Dr. Wallace assured Sam.
Sam tethered a bit and was quickly placed into a chair. He felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and yet he felt like he could hardly breathe.
"My…a dream….it was… just a dream. Heh….he's not dead. He's gonna be ok." Sam was saying to himself.
Dr. Wallace looked to up to see the nurse looking back at him, he felt so sorry for all the family was going through.
"If I'm not needed any more…." The nurse said.
"Ah yes, thank you." Dr. Wallace said then watched as the nurse walked off.
"Ummm…. Can….can I go see him?" Sam asked.
"Of course, this way please.' Dr. Wallace said as he stood to his feet.
Once he felt Sam was ok, they made there way over to the elevators and up to the fifth floor.
"I must warn you that he may look a little worse for wear." Dr. Wallace said to Sam.
Sam merely nodded his head and continued to follow the doctor. Dr. Wallace stopped outside the room, and nodded over to where Sam could find his brother. Sam slowly walked over to see another nurse just finishing up making sure Dean was comfortable and making sure that there weren't any catches in the hoses.
"Damn….Dean…"Sam looked down at his brother and closed his eyes for a second.
Dean had been put on a ventilator and Sam took notice of all the other machines and tubes Dean had been connected to. Shaking his head, Sam moved a chair over to his brother's bed and took a seat in. Slowly, unsure as to whether his brother would approve or not, he took hold of his brother's hand.
"You can talk to him, I'm sure he'll be glad to hear your voice. If you need anything I'll be right down the hall." The nurse said as she left Sam to take all the time he was going to need.
Dr. Wallace nodded towards Sam and walked away with the nurse.
"Page me if there's any change, good or bad." The nurse nodded and Dr. Wallace went off to write the report.
"Hey Dean….I almost hate to say this to you, but you really look like crap. Not sure the girls will be fighting over you much now." Sam said with a slight smile, but it quickly vanished when he really took a look at his brother.
He also knew deep down he wanted to hear one of his brother's quick witted remarks, but he knew he wouldn't respond, but that was only because he couldn't. Sam knew had it been any other time, Dean would've said something, would've even smacked him in the back of the head for even thinking such a thing, but he was in a drug induced sleep. Granted that his body probably put him out of his misery as well, but the doctor didn't want him waking up in a panic.
"Hey Dean…you….." Sam started.
He swallowed and just sat there for a while, rubbing his thumb against the back of his brother's hand. The only sounds in the room were the many machines that seemed to be keeping his brother alive. He didn't want to believe that. He wanted to think that his brother was just asleep and biding his time when he'd tell Sam that he just wanted a little more attention and some much needed rest.
"You're gonna be ok. You hear me? You're not leaving me. I know you won't, but I need to make sure you understand that. I don't know what I'd do if you…" Sam didn't want to finish the thought.
He shook his head and closed his eyes tightly as tears fell down his face. He'd come so close to loosing his brother so many times, this time the dream he had seemed so real and it scared him. It was too close to becoming a reality and Sam just allowed the tears to fall. He laid his head down by his brother's arm and closed his eyes. A nurse had walked in to make sure Dean was ok and couldn't help smiling at the sight she saw before her.
"Mr. Franklin? Wouldn't you prefer to sleep somewhere else?" She asked.
Sam slowly opened his eyes and shook his head.
"Can't leave him. I won't leave him." Sam sighed softly and closed his eyes again.
He was just so tired. The nurse saw there was nothing she could do and allowed Sam to sleep as he was. She just placed a blanket around his shoulders, checked Dean's vital signs, and then went off to check on other patients.
TBC...
