Authors Note: I want to warn you all now I am horrible with medical expertise and anything pertaining to it. I will try my best though with all the machine thingies and craziness that goes with it. All the medical talk has me for a loop and I wish I could portray it better but alas I suck. So I hope I satisfy you enough with my descriptions. Also I must tell all of you that I know I make little boo boo's here and there and I have a ocd for that shit because it bugs the hell out of me. So I'm going back fixing a few of my errors I.E grammar, spelling. I'm not changing the story just fixing mistakes and replacing the chapters after all boo boo's are fixed so if you ever wanted to read again you'll have the pleasure of a cleaner boo boo free story. I know it's not necessary but it's more for me than you. Leave my ocd alone lol. Thanx Charity
Pulling swiftly up to St. lukes Dean wasn't even sure if he shut the car off or not he just flung out of the car as he ran into the hospital doors. He knew he must be making a scene but at the moment he really couldn't give a shit. The only thing on his mind was Sam. After that was beating the holy hell out of Devin then maybe road hauling him after he's done knocking all his teeth out. Yep that sounds satisfying.
The waiting room was fairly quiet and he thanked God that he wouldn't have to be scrutinized while he sat there waiting for Sam or paced while waiting or maybe just paced and waited while he lost his friggin mind! Walking up to the desk he cringed as the nurse flinched away from him and he had to remind himself to calm down or no one would let him see Sam.
"May I help you?" The nurse stammered out as she had one hand resting on the telephone waiting to call help if needed.
"Yes my brother he was admitted here, Sam Winchester, I need to know if he's alright." Dean blurted out and he relaxed as the nurses face melted into a smile. Charming the women already Sammy.
"Ah Sam Winchester yes he's in surgery right now sweetie. Is you father here?" She asked calmly digging around for a clipboard to hand him paperwork.
"No I can handle it I'm over 21. I can answer any and all questions." Dean said sternly taking the handed clipboard. "You said he's in surgery?"
"Yes he just got in he might be awhile."
"What for?" Dean asked confused. The only injury Sam had was that slice to his side. The only reason he see fit to be in surgery would be that the stitches busted open. Which the stitches shouldn't of busted open because Sam should have been resting comfortably in bed. That reminded him of Devin's skinny ass. Where the hell is he? Sam had to get here somehow. He couldn't have just walked.
"It's not my right to say. I'll page his doctor as soon as he's done ok." The nurse said warmly smiling the whole time.
Dean returned the smile still looking around the waiting room thinking Devin was just hiding now that he made an entrance. Alright show your punk ass.
"Uh sir are you alright?"
"Yeah…yeah," Dean said while scratching his head. "Did anyone come with Sam when he got admitted?"
"Yes he got dropped off by a young man but when we went to ask him questions about Sam he wasn't there."
Dean's face tightened at the thought. Sam was alone this whole time. Confused. Lost. Hurt. "What did he look like?" He asked with a hint of venom.
"Uh…I remember he had bright red hair." The nurse asked with confusion.
Bingo. Forget the road hauling a bullet to the brain is more promising. Right after he carves his brain out first. "Thank you." He said waving the clipboard at her face. "Please notify me on anything about Sam."
"Will do just fill that out and bring it back."
Dean nodded his head as he made his way over to the chairs. He sat down trying to get comfortable so he could focus on the paper. It really was a fruitless attempt his brain was on overdrive. His emotions running rampant in each different direction. Worry, fear, anger, hate, fury, betrayal, mistrust. It was beginning to give him a headache.
Looking on the paper he answered the easy questions as Sam's name which Devin blew any cover he had to use an insurance card by giving out Sam's real name. His date of birth May 2, 1983. Which wasn't that coming up soon? Allergic to any medications? Nope not that he knows of.
A tap on the shoulder shook him out of his reservoir as he looked up into a warm smiling face. It wasn't the nurse from the desk but a man in his early fifties with slicked back hair. "Dean?" The man asked tasking off one of his blood covered gloves.
Dean's stomach almost rebelled for a second. "Yes," he asked hesitantly afraid of more bad news. All he's had is bad news this week and it seems like it just kept getting worse.
"Dean I'm Dr. Wallace I've been treating Sam." The man now known as Dr. Wallace said as he smiled again.
"Is he ok? What happened? Can I see him?" Dean blurted out discarding the clip board to stand up.
"Whoa ease off the twenty questions there son he's just fine I assure you that. How about we head to my office so I can give you my diagnosis." Dr. Wallace offered kindly as he noticed the victim's family in a distressed state. He too had questions that needed to be answered.
"Alright," Dean slumped his shoulders as all the tension rolled out of him. Sam was fine. He never knew how good it was to hear those three words.
"Follow me." A cheery voice called as he followed him down the hallway until they reached a door which stated in bold white letters DR WALLACE.
Following him inside the door as the door was held open he had to duck his head as model airplanes were hanging from the ceiling.
"It's my favorite past time." The doctor offered as Dean took a seat in front of the desk.
"I see that," Dean grumbled as he almost got his head decapitated but a friggin airplane. "So how'd the surgery go? What was it even for?" When can I see Sam?" Dean blurted out again as questions ran through his mind. He jiggled his thigh impatiently when the doctor didn't answer right away.
"Let's start from the beginning shall we." Doctor Wallace offered kindly seeing Dean's mask of impatience. "Sam was brought in over 6 hours ago in a bad state. I rushed him to immediate surgery to repair broken stitches."
6 hours ago? Broken stitches? His fears were confirmed as his anger rose. But 6 hours ago. He just got here. "Is that all?"
"I'm afraid not son. Sam has an infection that attacked not only his side but inside as well." Doctor Wallace said with a bit of pity.
"What do you mean?" Dean said with confusion. His anger was skyrocketing. He specifically told Devin to keep Sam on the I.V do to an infection starting.
"He has pneumonia in one lung luckily we caught it before it can attack the other one. I surmise that's what caused him to bust open the stitches was the coughing it brought." Doctor Wallace stated calmly taking off his glasses to lay them aside.
Lucky ass. Dean muttered. Devin was real lucky that Sam's cough caused him to bust open his stitches cause if he did then he be busting open his head. "He's going to be ok right? You said the surgery went fine."
"Yes it went as well as to be expected. The only problem with pneumonia in the lungs is it produces a deep hacky cough that brings up mucus from the chest sometimes blood. We run a risk if he coughs again he may very well likely bust open his new stitches but I don't see that as a problem as we have him on an oxygen mask." Doctor Wallace stated.
"Oxygen mask? What do you need that for?" Dean asked confused. When he left Sam he was breathing fine albeit he was a bit loopy and out of it but his breathing wasn't compromised or he never would have left. He never should have left. Dean closed his eyes briefly as tears began to well.
"His oxygen levels were dangerously low. I know that wasn't caused by the pneumonia that's one question I like to ask Dean." Doctor Wallace said in a stern-full tone reminding him of his father when he gets upset.
"Ask me what?" Dean cringed as his voice squeaked out.
"Those stitches Dean I think you know." Doctor Wallace questioned leaning forward.
Geez was it hot in here? Dean said pulling at his shirt. What was he supposed to say? My brother got attacked by a werewolf. My father is a pompous dick. I stitched him up myself. I let myself be manipulated and persuaded away from him. Now Sam's hurt and its all my fault. So how was you evening? "I don't know what you're talking about mister?"
"Dean I won't call the cops I just want the truth, I want what's best for Sam as do you" Doctor Wallace said gently noticing the sweat forming on his brow.
Dean sighed as he too leaned forward. "You said Sam's ok."
"Yes."
"He's in his own room resting comfortably?"
"Of course."
"Good," Dean said scratching at his stubble. "It all started when Sam was 6 months old…."
Sorry Sammy wasn't in this but he will be next chapter. So will john and Bobby. We'll also get to see where Devin has been hiding. Reviews are like chocolate. Thanx Charity