SUPERNATURAL
DARKNESS RISING.
CHAPTER TEN- Tortured soul- part II:
Dean ran into the garage and reefed the car door open.
"Jo! JO!" she wasn't moving; her lips were blue, her skin cold…
"Oh my god…" Sam gasped.
Dean coughed at the gas. "Fuck! Sammy call 911! Now!" Dean flicked the ignition off and pulled her from the vehicle.
Sam whipped out his cell and punched in the number as Dean carried her from the garage and lay her on the grass outside the lodge.
"C'mon Jo, wake up sweetheart," Dean begged, moving the hair from her face.
He pressed his fingers to the side of her neck for a pulse, but found none.
"Dammit Jo! Don't fucking do this to me!" he cried, tilting her head back and pinching her nose to proceed with CPR.
"They wanna know if she's breathing or has a pulse!" Sam called.
"No! She doesn't!" Dean cried back frantically.
Sam relayed this to whoever was on the phone, then turned to his brother.
"CPR Dean," he said.
"I know! I am!"
Dean continued to pump away, breathing into her oxygen-starved lungs.
Tears spilled down his front as he continued with the process, refusing to believe he would lose her.
He wouldn't let her go.
He just wouldn't…
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"Dammit Jo! Don't you dare fucking do this to me! Not after all this!" Dean cried, pumping her chest frantically.
Two more breaths and Dean sighed with relief as her eyes flew open.
She coiled herself into a ball as she began to cough and wheeze, tears of pain sliding down her cheeks.
Dean rubbed her back gently. "Just breathe…" he soothed, trying not to show his fear.
"I'm s-s-s-sorry Dean…I let you down," She sobbed.
"No, you didn't. The ambulance is on its way. Just relax,"
"No! No hospital Dean!" she cried hoarsely.
"Forget it. I'm not letting you talk me out of it this time girl. You're going to the hospital whether you like it or not,"
Jo let out a wheezing gasp and squeezed her eyes shut as the pain lanced through her chest.
"Oh god Dean…hurts…" se gasped.
"It's okay…they're here," he said as her face was bathed in red and blue flashing lights.
"I-I-I…I couldn't…I…" she didn't finish. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she passed out.
"Sir, I need you to move…its good to see you brought her back, but we can take over," came a kind voice from behind.
Dean moved aside, and watched on as Jo was lifted onto the gurney, with an oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose.
"Dean, do you wanna go with her? I can follow behind in the Impala," Sam offered, standing beside him.
The eldest tossed the keys to him without a thought.
"Just wind all the windows down first. I don't want the same thing happening to you," Dean said, before climbing into the back of the ambulance.
As he settled in next to the unconscious girl, her took her hand, and gently ran his thumb across her knuckles.
"Please be okay sweetheart, please…" Dean said softly as tears prickled behind his eyes.
"Mr. Mauhgoff? Can I ask her relation to you and your brother?" asked the chief medic as he checked her pulse and blood pressure.
"She's…she's my…girlfriend. And Her and Sam are just good mates. We were on a road trip, and she got sick…she's been having nightmares, so we brought her here, to rest for a while," Dean explained, sticking as close to the truth as possible.
"Alright, Dean, was it?" he asked. After receiving an affirmative nod, the medic continued. "Your girlfriend is suffering moderate carbon monoxide poisoning. You and your brother got to her in time. Any longer, and she wouldn't have survived. And I hear that you performed CPR and brought her back. That's very good of you son. You must've been scared. Now would you like me to explain what is exactly carbon monoxide poisoning is?"
Dean nodded again. "I probably won't understand it, but go ahead,"
The medic smiled. "Right. Carbon Monoxide is a colorless, odorless and tasteless gas. You don't know it affects you until you start to feel the symptoms. Now, by the appearance of things, your girlfriend just attempted suicide, and we will have to get her some psychological aid. The symptoms start mild but if left long enough, could lead to a coma. I'm optimistic in this case, but anything can happen."
Dean's eyes traveled to Jo's face, which was still pale, and the medic continued.
"Inhalation of carbon monoxide triggers tissue hypoxia by preventing the blood from carrying adequate oxygen. Carbon monoxide combines reversibly with hemoglobin to form carboxyhemoglobin. The reduction in oxygen-carrying capacity of the blood is proportional to the amount of carboxyhemoglobin formed. Are you getting this?"
Dean shook his head, tears falling down his face. He didn't understand, but it sounded bad, and he didn't want to know anymore.
"Please…I don't wanna know any more…" he said softly.
"Very well son. We're there anyway. You'll have to wait a while, so we can get her fixed up. It'll be a two hour wait at least,"
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"Sam and Dean Mauhgoff?" the nurse called from the double doors of the emergency room. "Miss. Reynolds is awake, and she's asking for you,"
Dean practically jumped to his feet at the sound of this news and followed the nurse closely.
She pushed the door open to the room that held Jo, and smiled at the newly conscious girl.
"Your boyfriend and his brother are here to see you," she said, before turning to exit.
"Boyfriend huh?" Jo gasped through the oxygen mask.
"I had to say something. I was stuck for idea's," Dean said with a shrug, sitting on the chair beside her bed. "What the hell were you thinking, by the way?"
He winced inwardly as the question sounded angry.
"I told you I was sorry," Jo said softly, her eyes watering.
Dean softened. "You scared the crap out of us babe! You died!"
"That was the whole point, Dean," Jo returned.
"Why? Don't you have faith in us?" Dean inquired.
"No! It's just…so hard. I feel something one minute and something entirely different the next…its like I cant control it! And then I do stupid things or say something bad…I'm sorry I am, but I couldn't take the pain anymore!" she looked away.
Dean slid his hand into hers and clutched it tightly. "Jo…sweetheart, please, please, don't ever try this again. We're gonna help you through this, if it's the last thing we do. I promise. Now the doctors are talking about psychological aid, because of this, which is gonna make it harder to get you out."
Jo eyes brightened. "You're breaking me out?" she asked eagerly. "Good, I hate hospitals,"
Sam put up a halting hand. "While you were out, me and Dean decided that you have to stay here for a couple of days so they can monitor you. We can't risk anything happening," the youngest explained.
Jo let out an exasperated sigh. "But I wanna leave now! I'm fine, really!" she insisted.
"You should've thought about that,"
"Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid. Dean…do you think you could stay here for a while?"
Dean smiled. "Yeah, sure." He turned to Sammy. "You cool with that geek boy?"
"Uh-huh, I'll go back to the lodge and pack our stuff. Get well Jo, and don't try it again,"
Jo smiled as he exited the room, then peered up at Dean, whose eyes were puffy and bloodshot.
"You been crying tough guy?" she asked.
"Yeah, actually I have. Something to do with the fact that you were dead," replied Dean softly.
Jo looked away sadly. Suddenly she felt extremely guilty, and wanted to make it all right.
She reached up to her face and pulled the mask off.
Dean almost gasped at the sight.
Her skin was a pale ashen gray color and her lips still had a pale blue tinge to them.
"I know I probably look horrible," she began, "But I wanna do this properly."
Slowly, she sat up, with Dean's aid and peered at him.
"Dean…I am so, so sorry. I was told that you brought me back…I was angry at first, but then I thought about how bad it would've been for both of you. I know you care. I just wanted to say thank you,"
She cupped his face and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.
Tears dropped onto her face and she pulled away.
"Dean…"
He looked up, his green eyes bright and intense with emotion. "I was so scared Jo…you scared me. Out of every thing I hunt, and every thing I kill, and the thought of losing you scares me more than all that…just please, don't do it again. Don't leave me," he said shakily.
Jo nodded. "I swear…I won't leave,"
And she meant it.
There you have it, and I hope you enjoyed it! Cheerz!