My heart will go on
Chapter 9
Dean was in the kitchen pulling lettuce out of the fridge when he had the feeling he needed to check on Sam. He couldn't explain it but he had the feeling Sam had been lying to him earlier when he had asked if anything was bothering him. The feeling he had was only getting stronger the longer he ignored it. Sighing he stopped chopping lettuce, and headed towards the bedroom. He prayed Sam was still sitting in bed reading. To his surprise Sam wasn't even in the bed. Dean started to panic, where his little brother could have traveled too. So help him if Sam was fine he was going to murder him. Leaving the room, Dean trailed down the hallway hoping his brother was in the restroom. Coming to the restroom, Dean found the door shut and locked. Knocking lightly Dean tried to hear if there was any movement was coming from inside. He heard nothing, and his worry spiked even higher and he took his fist and pounded on the door.
"Sam! Answer me" Dean demanded sharply. Hearing the noise from the hallway, Bobby exited his own room and joined Dean at the door.
"What's going on?" Bobby asked curious about what was causing the latest panic attack.
"I have the feeling something is going on with Sam, if he doesn't answer in another six seconds I'm going to burst through this door!" Dean shouted hoping his little brother would hear him. true to his word six seconds passed and Dean was quickly picking the lock. Once the door was open, he was shocked at the sight before him. His little brother lay unconscious and gasping for breath on the floor. He rushed into the restroom, dropping to his knees beside Sam.
"Call 911" he shouted to Bobby who quickly moved to do as ordered.
"Come on Sammy, now is not the time to do this" Dean said as he turned Sam over onto his back, and placed his fingers on Sam's neck, feeling for a pulse, it was racing and that scared Dean. A racing pulse meant his heart was working overtime, and that couldn't be doing any good for his brother's already badly damaged heart.
"Just hang on kiddo" Dean said reaching out and grabbing a towel and wiping Sam's sweat drenched forehead.
"They're on the way" Bobby said coming back to the restroom door.
"I hope his heart can hold out until they get here" Dean said feeling guilty that he hadn't known something was going on with Sam. "His pulse is far too fast, his heart is overworking itself."
"We're not far from the hospital; Sam will be alright until they get here." Bobby said softly knowing the terror that was coursing its way through Dean's blood as they spoke.
Dean rested his free hand on Sam's chest, he could easily feel Sam's beating heart, and as hard as it was working, it scared Dean. He was afraid Sam would have another heart attack before help arrived. This whole situation was scary, and it certainly hadn't taken long for the other shoe to drop. Please, Sam, don't leave me, just keep fighting Dean thought. Don't die on me now, you're not supposed to die just yet you're far too young. Dean felt a hand squeeze his shoulder.
"I know it's scary right now, but think positive" Bobby said hearing sirens drawing closer. "I told you it wouldn't take long for them to get here." He left to answer the door and to show the medics were they were.
Bobby showed the medics were, and they immediately took charge of the situation, having to work around Dean because he refused to leave his little brother's side.
"Pulse rate is over 100 beats a minute" one of the medics called.
"Not good, keeps going that way he'll be having a heart attack." Dean swallowed hard he knew Sam was in pretty bad shape, but hearing it spoken like that, made his own heart beat faster. Never in his life had he ever been more scared. He wished desperately he knew where his father was, John was needed especially now.
"Take a deep breath and let the medics do their job" Bobby said "You're not going to do Sam any good if you have a heart attack yourself."
"You have a point" Dean admitted, as he stood and watched silently as the medics moved Sam onto a gurney and started rushing him towards the ambulance. Dean was right on their heels; Sam wouldn't face this latest crisis alone, no way in hell.
Dean waited for the medics to get Sam loaded and then he hoped in right beside Sam and sat down, taking Sam's hand in his own.
"I'll meet you at the hospital" Bobby called out as the medic shut the ambulance doors and rushed to the driver's side. Dean nodded to let Bobby know he had heard.
Dean watched the medics work silently; he held Sam's hand tightly. He was probably bruising Sam's hand but he didn't care. He needed to know that Sam was still with him. Right as they pulled into the emergency room entrance, alarms started blaring, causing Dean's own heart to stop beating.
"He's crashing, he has no pulse."
I'm evil ending it there. Hope to have the next chapter up either later tonight or sometime tomorrow. Thanks for reading and reviewing Liz
