Author's Note: The spoiler "FAITH" (next episode) that I read is from SupernaturalCentral Board. (Search for it on search engine, you'll find it.) And yes, I'm going to subtly use a part of it in this chapter. I'm not quite sure if the spoiler is correct or not, but it truly a sad one, that I hope is wrong.

Thanks to Amelia- Great muse that you are!

As for the spoilers, I wouldn't worry about this chapter--I might add it to the next one in Dean's POV.

Chapter 5: (Sam's POV)

As they wheeled his brother into the Emergency Room, the sounds of people shouting orders and the commotion of the medical personnel increased drastically. His mind was practically spinning as the male EMT who had been monitoring Dean shouted out new vital signs to the attending physician, "Respirations and vitals were erratic in the rig, as he fluctuated in and out of consciousness. Lost breath sounds on the left two minutes ago, blood pressure dropped dramatically soon after."

Sam ran in after them, but was stopped by a nurse who had roughly pushed him out of the trauma room. He wanted to watch from the window, but the shades were quickly drawn down to prevent him from watching. He was still in panic mode, upset by what he'd heard. The EMT's were on their way back to their 'rig', so Sam ran after them. "Wait!"

They stopped in surprise, but turned around. "You okay, kid?"

Sam was now breathing hard, "Yeah, but, wait, please. I just-- My brother woke up?"

The two men looked at each other, giving each other a look. Pointing towards a row of chairs near the wall, they waited until he sat down to answer him. "Yeah, he woke up."

"But he didn't say anything--" Sam interrupted.

The older one kneeled down in front of him, "Name's Ben. That's Gary. What's yours, kid?"

"Sam. Please, just answer me."

The guy ran a hand down his face, "You know the docs can explain better-- Hell, I'm breakin' that stupid HIPPA Act by even talking to you about this-- But he woke up-- blood pressure shot up sky high before he passed out, so I guess that he was really stressed out. It's scary, you know, not being able to breath, strapped down to a bed, strange people poking you. He was aware of what was happening for a minute there, but after his lung collapsed; he lost consciousness again. I thought that he-uh--he mumbled 'Sammy' before he passed out. I figured that was you. Listen, kid. The docs here are good. If anyone can get him up and about, it them. But, we've got to go now. You gonna be okay, kid?"

Sam just nodded, completely numb. His brother asked for him--the same brother that had hurt him and called him pathetic. A soft cry escaped him, before he was able to muffle himself. The nurses at the nurses station kept giving him looks of pity. One of them kept offering him coffee as he waited for news on his brother. It took everything in him to snap at her, to tell her that all he wanted was to know if his brother was still alive--that he was okay. Everything else was meaningless.

A short time after that, the doors to the trauma room opened and they wheeled his brother out. A doctor walked out, his white coat had small sprinkles of blood--Dean's blood. "Hello, I'm Dr. David Bruce. You came in with Mr. Winchester?" The doctor held out his hand.

Sam shook it, "I'm his brother, Sam. How is he, doctor? Where are you taking him?" He asked as he watched a couple of transporters and a nurse wheeled him to the elevator.

"Let's move to a more private area, shall we?" The doctor walked him over to an office in the corner of the room before pointing him to a chair across from his desk as he sat down. "Mr. Winchester, your brother came in with a collapsed lung, two fractured ribs, and massive bruising to his chest. I have to ask, how did that happen? It looks as if he's been almost stoned to death."

Sam felt his heart beating in his throat, becoming lightheaded. He broke out into a cold sweat, making his hands tremble. He felt as if he was going to pass out.

The doctor quickly stood up to get him a cup of water, apologizing for his abruptness, before giving him the water to sip at.

Sam's mind was racing. He had no idea what to tell the man. That was usually Dean's area of expertise. "I'm not really sure what happened, you'd have to ask him. I just got back to our room and he was lying on the ground. Is he alright?"

The doctor sighed tiredly before patting the young man's shoulder, "We've stabilized him. Vital signs are back to normal and he's regained consciousness. He has a chest tube now, and it's re-inflated his left lung. That side apparently bore the brunt of the attack; however, there doesn't seem to be any internal bleeding. The tube will stay in until we're sure the lung has had enough time to heal. I'm just a little concerned that he might've also suffered some sort of head trauma, from his original loss of consciousness and lack of response. So, I've sent him to radiology for a CT and x-rays of his head, neck, and chest. Once we get the results back, hopefully, we should be able to get a better picture at recovery time. Until then, we'll just monitor his lungs, give him pain killers for the pain and an anti-inflammatory."

Sam asked the question that had been on his mind since they arrived at the hospital, "Can I please see him?"

"Of course, if you want, you can go up to radiology with him. It's on the third floor. The nurses can direct you, if you have any questions. Young man, your brother was very lucky today. You did a good thing by calling for help. Now, go see him." With a flick of his wrist, he shooed Sam out of the room.

Sam smiled his thanks, then practically vaulted out of the chair and down the hall to get to the elevator. Impatiently, he tapped his foot waiting until the carriage arrived. Walking in, he waited until the other passengers entered before pressing "3" for the third floor. The elevator jerked, making his feel like his stomach had bounced, then dropped it back into place as it slowed and stopped at the correct floor. It didn't take a rocket scientist to follow the signs to radiology.

There in the hall, Dean lay on a gurney attached to an EKG heart monitor, I.V.s, and a chest tube. Next to him, was a pretty nurse who was taking his pulse and writing it in his chart as she chatted. As he neared, Sam could hear her joking about being a vampire in disguise.

Dean didn't answer her; he didn't even smile. And that worried Sam more than his injuries, walking up to them, he couldn't help but notice how tense Dean was. Walking up to his cart, Sam greeted his brother with a quiet, "Hey, Dean."

To Be Continued…

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