Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per the first chapter, nothing changes much anyway!

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Author's note: Hi all sorry it has taken so long in posting this next chapter but, it is Spring here in Australia and couple that with being in the middle of a harsh drought ... well sinus season is well and truly here. Been battling my own fever this week, but as long as my hands don't get too sweaty I will see how I go writing this chapter. I can't leave poor Sammy hanging like that much longer ... or can I?

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CHAPTER 25

Sam moaned and opened his eyes slowly, the milkiness seemed to be fading slightly, he could make out definite shapes now. Slowly he tried to sit up but a sharp pain cut into his attempt and he fell down onto his back again.

His shaking hand probed the offending area, he felt the thick bandage wrapped around his side, frowning he tried to remember what had happened.

'Dean.' He yelled as the memory came flooding back to him, trying make his way out of the trap to save his older brother, only stumbling at the last step onto a spike.

'Please lie still.' A woman's voice cut into the vivid images and memories startling Sam, 'you're going to break your stitches open by struggling like that.'

'Where am I?' He rasped, turning his face in the direction of the voice, 'who are you?'

'I am Gloria your nurse and if you don't stop struggling I will have to go and get the doctor to sedate you again.'

'Where am I?' Sam asked again forcing himself to calm down he needed to stay lucid to find out what Decebal had done to them.

'You are in Eastside Hospital; you have been here for three days.' The nurse answered as she checked the monitors surrounding Sam.

'How, how did I get here?'

'Someone left you at the doors of our ER department in the middle of the night. We nearly lost you twice before the doctor was able to stop the bleeding.' She glanced down at Sam her gaze softening as she looked at his terror stricken face and then she looked at his eyes. 'Have you got a sight problem?'

'Ah yeah I'm not sure what happened, it's slowly coming back I can see shapes but ... why what is it?' Sam's voice rose a little when he heard the change in the nurse's.

'Perhaps we should get a doctor to have a look first.' She said patting his arm, 'but for now you really do have to stay as calm as possible.'

'Did anyone ... was anyone with me when they found me?'

'No I am sorry but you were alone, Sam can you tell me your last name?'

'My last name? Ah Mitchell Sam Mitchell.' Sam frowned for some strange reason that name fell from his lips.

'Okay that's fine Sam, you had no ID on you at all and all you would say was your first name, and call out the name Dean.'

'Dean was ... is my brother.' Sam gritted out.

'Oh the police want to talk to you as well.'

'Why?'

'Sam ... do you remember much about what happened to you?'

'Fragments.' Sam admitted not wanting to give too much away.

'Sam when they brought you in, you were badly beaten, stabbed with something other than a knife in your side, a head wound and now your eyes. Do you know who did this to you?'

'No.' Sam whispered letting his eyes close he feigned sleep hoping that the questioning nurse would leave him in peace.

Gloria watched as Sam's eyes closed and his breathing seemed to regulate, the poor boy must have fallen asleep, quietly she left the room carrying his chart to find the doctor, his eyes worried her greatly. She had never seen such a milky film over someone's eyes like that, not even severe cataracts looked like that.

'Dean.' A small tear trickled down Sam's cheek as he tried to make himself remember what had happened after he fell onto the spike, 'Dad, oh god Dad.' He whispered as it all came flooding back to him.

Frustrated he sat up and pulled the tubing from his arm sending his IV flying against the wall, holding his side he forced himself up and onto shaky legs, squinting he could just make out the bathroom door to his left and the main door straight ahead of him. With a shuffling movement, he started to lurch towards the bathroom in search of his clothes. Dizziness assailed him as he took one last step before collapsing face down with one hand reaching out, unconsciousness taking him further away from Dean and their father once again.

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John woke with a fright, he didn't recognise where he was, his broken arm now numb hung limply by his side as he scrambled to his feet and tried to make out where he was.

Stumbling he managed to find a major road just across from a large hospital, weaving his way through the traffic he managed to find his way to the ER department before his knees gave and he crumpled to the floor in pain.

He could hear the shouts around him as medical staff came to his aid, hands lifting him and placing him on the gurney, 'get off me.' He mumbled, 'gotta find my sons.'

'This is so weird you're the second mystery guest to this ER.' A nurse said as they settled him into a cubicle.

'What are you talking about?' John managed to get out as he tried to focus on the woman.

'Oh I have another patient, young man came in badly beaten with a large injury in his side. Shame the poor kid is blind.'

'Wha ... what did ... he ... look ... like?'

'Very tall, and skinny, he looks like he has lost a lot of weight during his ordeal, dark brown hair ... why do you know him?'

'He ... ah sounds like my ... son.' John managed to get out, 'Sam.'

'Sam? Sam Mitchell?' The nurse frowned as she stared down at the man, she could definitely see a resemblance between the two. 'Do you know what happened to him?'

'We ... ah where is ... he?' John tried to sit up, 'I have to ... go.'

'Nope not until that arm gets x-rayed and the doctor checks you over.' Gloria stood firm as John reluctantly sat back on the gurney, 'Sam is going nowhere and neither are you.'

'Dean? My other son Dean is he?'

'Sam mentioned him too, no I'm sorry Mr Mitchell you're other son is still missing it seems.'

An hour later with a fresh white cast settled into a sling and his injuries tended too John had the nurse wheel him into Sam's room, where they found the young man lying face down on the floor.

'Oh my God.' Gloria cried out as she hit the call button and went straight to Sam, 'what have you done?'

Gently she rolled him over to check his vitals, his pulse was faint but still there, his breath came in short sharp gasps, but it was the wound in his side that worried her, the white bandage now stained red and a dark red flood flowed onto the floor, 'dammit Sam you opened your stitches.'

'What's going on?' John demanded his eyes fixed on his youngest child.

'He's opened the wound again, I have no idea what he is doing on the floor or how long.' Gloria said as two orderlies helped lift Sam back into the bed.

'Nurse get this patient back to his own room.' The doctor ordered running into the room and saw John propped up in a wheelchair.

'Cold day in hell before I leave my son's side.' John growled, 'now stop wasting time on me and see to him.'

John watched as they worked around Sam, not wanting to disturb his injuries any further they decided to resuture the wound there, his IV reconnected and then the doctor checked Sam's eyes, swearing under his breath when he saw the milky film.

'Has the Ophthalmologist been to see him yet?'

'No Doctor he has been paged.'

'Page him again.' The doctor said as he finished his examination and turned to John, 'your son is lucky he was found when he was.'

'How is he?'

'The wound is the biggest worry, he has lost a lot of blood, and it is showing early signs of infection. I have ordered antibiotics as well as his pain meds, he needs a transfusion to replace the blood loss, he is a very ill young man. Whoever did this to him ...' the doctor let his voice trail as he saw the weariness and worry take over John. 'Mr Mitchell I suggest that you go and get into your own bed and rest.'

'I told you before Doctor, I am not leaving my son's side.' John said looking past the white coated man to the still form of Sam.

'Dad?' Sam whispered hearing his father's voice, he was sure that he had died and was about meet up with his entire family.

'Sammy?' John cried out desperately trying to push himself over to the bed, the doctor relented his hard stance and wheeled the father closer to his son, realising that both needed each other at the moment.

'Sammy I'm here.' John said gripping his hand tightly, 'I'm here son.'

'Dad?' Sam turned his face towards his father's voice, 'Dad am I?'

'It's okay Sam you're gonna be okay.' John said wincing when he saw his son's sightless eyes.

'Dean?'

'I –I don't know son, I just don't know.'

'Decebal is he?'

'I woke up in an alley across the road earlier; I honestly don't know what happened.'

'He's taken him hasn't he?' Sam whispered, tears falling freely again. 'We're back where we started aren't we?'