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Sorry for such a long wait on this, but between family and being sick and then New Years, and a friend needing help I haven't had much time to get to my mums, and she lives ages away from me. But here we go, and maybe if you are all nice and review I will add another two or more chapters tonight:D
Also, I am Australian and relying solely on Google for any information about American towns and places and such, so if names or anything don't work or are wrong, sorry! Do American's have Powerade? Hope you all enjoy and possibly even review?
10.
Once back from the scan, Doctor Marc had arrived and Dean was being prepped for the Lumbar Puncture and Bone Biopsy on his leg. Both were extremely painful and including, long and menacing syringes used for sucking marrow, and spinal fluid from the body. Jut the description had Sam feeling faint in his seat as he watched the doctor have nurse Cadie pull his brothers broke legs up to his chest and hold them there, so he could properly complete the test.
'You holding it together son, this can't be easy watching your brother go through all this.' Sam nodded, a little numb. 'I just keep telling myself that he will be home soon, and all this will stop happening because I can take care of him then.' The words nearly broke Bobby's heart as he listened, he knew Sam was still blaming himself for this and it killed him inside that he knew he couldn't persuade the stubborn mule he called his son, to think any differently.
After the lumbar, they moved on to the biopsy. Bobby watched as all colour drained from Sam's face as the needle entered the skin above the broken bone and a little yellow pus oozed from the needle prick. Acting quickly, Bobby stood the kid up and led him from the room, glad to be out him as they rushed towards the visitors toilets.
They got there just in time as Sam threw up violently, the little food he had consumed meeting him for the second time that morning. Bobby patted his back as he moaned and reached up for paper towel, using it to wipe his mouth clean before cupping his hand and using it to rinse his mouth out. 'Sorry.'
'Don't be sorry you idjit.' Leading Sam back out in to the hall, they took up residency on the chairs outside Dean's room while Bobby shook his pocket for loose coins to get a bottle of Powerade for Sam so he could rehydrate.
After managing to force Sam in to drinking the whole bottle, Bobby pushed him down when he tried to stand up, Doctor Marc heading towards them. 'Damn fool can talk to us while you are sitting down Sam.' He said sternly, giving him a hard look, warning him not to move.
'Everything okay there?' The doctor patted Sam on the shoulder. 'It's alright, not many people can sit through something like that. You lasted longer then most.' Sam nodded, while Bobby asked how Dean was, not interested in the doctors small talk.
'We drained everything from the leg, and got the results back from earlier this mornings scans, which confirmed our concerns. Unfortunately your son has developed a very rapid, severe case of Osteomyelitis, or bone infection. Unfortunately it has started to spread; we have booked him in for emergency surgery where we will remove the damaged and infected bone and tissue.'
That was it Bobby though, the final blow to Dean's life. He would have to completely retire from his lifestyle now, sit back and let everyone else do the jobs. Bobby was having trouble keeping up with the doctor then; his mind was spinning in circles as he grasped at thin air, trying to make sense of what was going on. Days ago Dean was fine, then he got injured and things went down hill from there. Was someone jinxing them, was the yellow eyed demon toying with them?
'Mr Singer, are you okay?' Bobby startled as he was led to a seat and guided down in to it, sweat had broken out on his forehead from the shock of the news, and beside him Sam was shaking, rocking back and forth. This was going to be a tough time for the three of them. 'Mr Singer?'
'What?' He barked, causing the doctor to jump back a little. 'Ah sorry Doc, was lost in my thoughts trying to take everything in.' Bobby apologised before wrapping his arm around Sam's broad shoulders and pulling him in closer to him, stopping the back and forth motions and ceasing the shaking.
'I need you both to understand what will come from this operation. We will need to remove a large portion of the tissue when we go in, and then any muscle and tendon affected in the area, and then the bone. It's only a small part, thankfully, but unfortunately your son will need the aide of a cane once he can manage without crutches.'
And then it all gets worse, Bobby thought, nodding. Sam was shocked beside him, staring at Doctor Marc with a pale face and his mouth opening and closing. 'How is he meant to get around, blind with a walking stick? We may as well kill him now!' Sam moved out from under Bobby's arm, towering over the doctor, breathing hard. 'What kind of a hospital is this; where in an ICU that someone develops two sever infections within three days? Can you tell me that, Anthony?' Sam used quotation marks over his name; Bobby grabbed Sam's hands and pulling them down, and afraid he was going to hit the doctor.
'Settle down kid. Walk it off,' He pushed Sam towards the elevators, fuming. 'Sorry about that, but he has a short temper about his brother, especially after an accident he was in, nearly left him dead.' Bobby commented.
'Did he break any bones or suffer from internal injuries in the accident?' Bobby nodded, unsure whether or not too lie right now, the doctor had a look in his eyes that could explain what was happening with Dean. 'I need the details, please.' He asked quickly, pulling out a note pad.
'He got a fracture in his skull, some broken ribs and maybe fingers. But other then that it was just bruising and a little internal bleeding I believe. He was out of the hospital pretty soon after.' Bobby was not quiet sure how much he should have shared, but that was the brunt of the injuries. The ones that mattered anyway.
The good doctor had his mobile phone out then, dialling in a number hurriedly. 'I need a scan for Dean Singer, room three from the ICU immediately on the hands and rib cage and anything found reported back immediately. I'm talking old, unhealed or recently healed injuries here. I think I know how the infection started.'
Feeling a little more hopeful then, Bobby probed for answers.
'If your son had an injury that hadn't been healed correctly or cleanly anywhere in the past then it is most likely where the infection would have stemmed from. It could have been growing in the joint near the break, or in the break ever since. Since we started treating your son his immune system would have lowered from antibiotics, pain killers and blood loss letting the infection run free through his system, undefeated.'
Nodding a little numbly still, Bobby was able to make a little more sense from this. 'You would want to hope so doctor, or my son and I would have needed to talk with the papers and maybe even the local news crew about the level of my sons care at this hospital.' The doctor went rigid very quickly, swallowing Bobby's words back, hard. 'Now, if perhaps my son could get on the transplant list for some new eyes however, I think the infections could remain between me and the staff here.'
Judging from the pale faced, tight lipped nod Bobby received, his words had really hit home. Soon after the doctor walked away, before his hand had even hit the elevator button he was reaching into his pocket for his mobile phone. Bobby heard him ask for the head of the transplant department and smirked, more thankful then ever for his intimidating nature.
Pulling out his own mobile he dialled in Sam's number. 'You can come back now son may have some good news for you.' Walking back in to Dean's room he settled in to the chair he had laid claim to these past few days and hung up, staring at Dean's prone form as he lie, almost like a child beneath the large blankets and starch white sheets.
It wasn't long before Sam was pushing through the door, deflated and cradling his hand gingerly. He had been hoping the good news that Dean had woken up, but he was still asleep. Dragging his chair beside Bobby he sank in to it and let his head fall on the older hunters shoulder. Normally he would never allow himself an emotional break like this, but right now he couldn't care less and needed the comfort of his surrogate father. Not like he could get it from his own or Dean right now.
Sighing, Sam didn't even struggle when Bobby took his hand and studied the red raw knuckles, probing around the swelling and feeling for any breaks or dislodged bits of cartilage or bone. 'Damn lucky you didn't hit that doctor. Think I may have just caught Dean a break in all this ridiculous mess.'
'How?' Sam's voice was empty and tired.
'Just shared a few, how shall I say, threatening words with the good doctor. Winning Dean a leap to the top of the hospitals transplant list, or else we may share this sad and life threatening case of infection with the media.' Sam shook his head, grinning. The most emotion he had shown in days, Bobby was right, that was good news to hear. Even if it may take a long time for new eyes to come through, Sam knew it was a ray of light to cling to.
'Sammy?' The mumbled voice broke through the happy moment, making both men's hearts skip a beat as they looked around at Dean, struggling to sit up a little. 'Back hurts.'
'I know man, they did the test before, you're knee might be a bit sore too.' Sam placed a caring hand over Dean's and was shocked when his older brother wrapped his fingers in with his own, squeezing.
'I was pretty out of it before, but did I hear something about more surgery?' Dean asked, hands running through his tangled hair.
'Yeah, just go back to sleep Dean. They will be coming to prep you soon. Nothing much to worry about.' Bobby shot Sam a warning look, he was glad Dean couldn't see it causing him to ask more questions. Sam wasn't in the mood to have Dean stressing over what he was about to go through, it would be best if they dealt with that road when it came time to cross it.
'If you say so Sammy.' Dean muttered before he drifted off to sleep again, his light breathing filling the small room. Sighing, Sam couldn't meet Bobby's disapproving gaze as he stood up and stretched. Pacing around, it wasn't long before nurses had come in and gotten Bobby to sign forms and pumped Dean full of more drugs and took him away from them both, saying the procedure could take anywhere from three hours to six, so if they needed a break; now was the time to take it.
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