Sorry About the delay, school is wrapping up and got 8 days left trying to study. Next update sometime, i get time to write.
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"Okay, Sammy. I did the whole schooling thing like you all the way to high school. I ran track, cross country, and played basketball all through high school. College I did a little different, got a scholarship offer for my musical talent, but declined and hit the road with the garage band. About 5 years ago, I met Josie at a music audition for a headliner, fell in love what more is there to say."
"Dean I don't understand anything."
"Buddy, just rest I'm going to give you those pills so you can recoup."
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Later at the bridal shop, Jess arrives to find Josie wanting for her. "Jess, honey I didn't know if you were coming with Sam ill."
"Sam's doing better, a little weak, but Dean's with him."
"Well with me doing most of the planning all he has to do is make sure that he gets his tux. Sam will be able to be in the wedding right."
"Yes, Doctor Williams wants him resting for awhile."
"Good, now let's get you in that dress for final adjustments." Jess follows her to the back to have her dress altered.
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While Sam is asleep, memories from late grade school to the present day bombard him. When he awakes with a startle and looks around to find himself on the couch in his house. It is now dark outside, and he can see the lights on in the kitchen, and hear the sounds of Dean and Jessica. He slowly gets up and feels the pain through his chest and head. He brings his hand up to his head and notices the cast, more events play through his mind. He reaches for the wall and slowly begins to make his way to the kitchen. In the kitchen the light intensifies his headache; he begins to sway as Dean turns to see him, just before he collapses. He feels his body being supported. "Whoa, little brother, what are you doing up and at already for?"
"Just s'woke up." He tries to pull himself up in the chair, but Dean protests it."
"Your, not going anywhere, for awhile, you've been out nearly 6 hours, with your whole seizures package on top of it. Not at least until Josie comes back and tells me that if I'm truly gay the wedding's off." Jessica smiles at his comment as he tried to lighten the mood. "So what's wrong that you couldn't have just asked for one of us?"
"Headache…lights…hurt"
"Not headache, bro, migraine attacks, figures," He helps Sam stand up. "Come on, let's get you to the bedroom, in bed, and some medicine for it."
In the bedroom, Dean barely gets the medicine in Sam before he is out. He goes back to the kitchen where Josie has arrived. He sets the table, for 3 instead of 4 like they had originally planned. "How's Sam?" Josie asks.
"Tired, I gave him his migraine medicine, should have him out of it until morning. Almost done with the pasta, Jess?"
"Yeah, give me a sec to drain it." She drains and sets the bowl of pasta on the table, where they sit and begin their dinner.
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The next weekend Sam and Jess are getting ready for the wedding, Sam is digging in the top drawer looking for his tie pin, when he comes across an inhaler. Startled by its presents he calls for Jess. She peeks her head in from the bathroom in their room. "What's this?" showing her the inhaler.
"It's your inhaler; you might want to bring it today. Seeing as you get panic attacks during speeches," She returns to the bathroom, "Why don't you bring it, god knows if you have one during the wedding after last night. Josie will go up the wall." Sam smiles at the memory. Last night he and Dean were setting tables up. Dean decided to bring out a beer, and needless to say a bottle of red wine, which effectively got him drunk to the point in which he spilled the rest of the wine on the fine Italian satin table cloths.
"How long have I had it?" he asked dumbfounded as he returned from his thoughts.
"I don't know, long enough I guess. If I remember right from what your mother said most your life." She appears in the room her hair completed, "I don't remember why, I've always been impressed that you still can do all the running and athletic 'stuff' and not need it but it comes to speeches, your lungs seem to give out." He noticed she smiled at the statement athletic stuff, knowing what she meant by the phrase. "Why don't you ask Dean, while you help him prepare to leave the life as a single man."
"Maybe I will." He finishes adjusting his tie in the mirror and turns to her. She smiles a warm smile.
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At the church, Dean was pacing the room he was being kept in, until Sam arrived. He tried to sneak a peek at his bride but was turned down. "Hey, how are you doing?"
"How do you think, I'm doing, I got drunk last night at the rehearsal. Was cussed out by my-wife-to-be-in-a-few-minutes and then I come here and not one of the groomsmen are here."
"Dean Chill, its two hours before anybody is going to show, why are you back here anyway?"
"It's calm and peaceful."
"Oh." He pauses not sure what to say then he remembers the inhaler. "Dean, why do I have an inhaler; I found it this morning, and it is one of the things that don't quite fit."
"Where did you find it? Let me guess nightstand next to the bed, for when you are thinking with your downstairs brain and not upstairs with Jess. I get it."
"No, it was in the top drawer of my dresser. Any way I was just wondering when I got it."
"You've had it your whole life, if I remember right." He pauses recalling the memory. "Yeah, you were a I think 8 maybe 9 months out or something I don't really remember. Anyway, one of the baby blankets in your nursery caught fire. It smoldered enough or something to bring smoke out into the hallway. I remember mom, getting me up and telling me to go outside. I passed dad as I ran out with a fire extinguisher. I went to the neighbor lady, like I was told and had her call the fire department. I guess dad got the fire out or something, but when I got back to the curb, mom was holding you and your…your lips were blue." Dean tries to regain control of his emotions. "Dad came back out, just as the emergency crews got there. They began CPR on you and took you away in the ambulance."
"You were in pediatric ICU, 3 maybe 4 months if not longer. On direct oxygen all the time, when you first got out I think it was your first birthday too. Finally the doctors said that you only needed direct oxygen when you slept, around you 6th or 7th birthday, you started to have seizures and you were in the hospital again for a long time. Doctors said that you probably wouldn't remember most of your childhood. I guess they were right. Then like a miracle happened. You got better from everything. You still used the inhaler, and wouldn't let mom or dad keep you from doing the things you wanted to. Joined sports and that's it."
"When did I use it the most?"
"When you ran at first; I remember one time I was running for cross country and you decided to follow me. On my way back I found you on the side of the road, not catching your breathe. The inhaler didn't help that time. Mom took you to the hospital, you were in over night, and they told mom that you shouldn't go out for running sports even though your legs were meant for it. Your lungs never completely healed and would always be stressed during sports and exercise. Do me a favor, don't tell Josie you've seen me all choked up?"
"Don't worry about it?" they laugh together.
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That night after the wedding, Sam lays the inhaler on the nightstand as he empties his pockets of the suit jacket. Just a precaution he tells himself, something doesn't feel right. Jess enters the bedroom, "Sam, honey can you get the zipper please." He reaches up with his right hand which is still in cast and pulls down the zipper for her, "Thanks, why don't you rest; I'm going to soak my feet. Their killing me" she pauses slipping off to the bathroom to changing, "You did good with your speech."
"Ok and thanks." She disappears to the bathroom and he sheds the rest of the layers of the suit. Leaving him in a T-shirt and boxers he crawls under the covers of their bed. He can feel whatever it is coming on strong. An hour later Jess returns to the room she lays down beside him and smoothes the hair away from his face and notices the vague dampness to his forehead. Thinking nothing of it, she crawls under the covers and settles in.
When she awakes in the early morning due to labor pains she notices the perspiration has grown to become clearly visible. She picks up the bedside phone and calls Dean's house. When a very tired sounding Dean answers she speaks, "Dean it's Jess something's wrong with Sam. I started to go into labor and I was going to wake him up to drive but he's not waking up."
"Okay, calm down, I'm going to get Josie up we'll be over there in 10 minutes. I want you to call 911 tell them everything you can."
