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Dean woke up with a start. Everything seemed to be so bright and fuzzy and he swore he knew what cotton candy felt like now. He was flat on his back, staring at a white ceiling and he wondered for a moment where he was. As quick as the thought had crossed his mind, he knew where he was. Everything came back to him. "Sammy?" He questioned, and struggled to sit up, looking around him. His brother should be around here somewhere. As he sat all the way up, he noticed his baby brother laying so still in the bed next to him.
Sammy looked okay, but he was still so motionless. Gathering up all the strength that he had saved up for an entire lifetime, Dean pulled the heart monitor off himself and pushed himself to his feet. It hurt worse than almost anything that he'd ever felt, except when that demon had thrown him a good hundred feet when he was thirteen. He'd been stoic for Sammy that time, just as he was now. He slowly made his way over to the bed his brother lay in, all the while holding onto whatever would help to hold his weight off his hips. It felt like someone was stabbing needles into his hips for all of the ten steps that it took to get to the other bed. "Sammy?" He called again, and again their was no response.
He lifted himself into the bed and laid down next to his brother in a strictly brotherly way and put his arm around him. He may not be able to protect him from anything that was happening within his body, but he could lay here and offer his comfort to Sammy and his life to anything that would try to take Sammy. As he lay there holding onto his brother, he heard the soft heartbeat under his head as well as from the beeping of the heart monitor that Sammy was wearing. His little brother was cold, and he brought the blanket up further around him to try to keep him warm. "You'll be okay, Sammy." He once again reassured Sam.
It had only been a few seconds when a nurse ran into the room, alarmed by the solid beeping and solid line that the heart monitor Dean had been wearing was now displaying. For a moment, he felt guilty, seeing the concern on the plump black woman's face and cursed himself for not thinking that she would check on him as well as Sammy. "Sorry." He told her.
"You should be in your bed." The friendly nurse said, but not with the demanding tone he would have expected.
"I had to make sure he was okay, had to be near him." He quickly read the nametag on the brightly colored Tweety Bird uniform this woman had on. "Please Lana, let me stay with him. Come on. I promise I'll let him sleep." He said, trying to pull off his usual charm. This woman was older, could have kids of her own, she had to understand.
The woman nodded her head, and huffed. "For a little while. Then, you have to go back to your own bed." The woman seemed less than happy about it, but she understood and so let it happen.
John Winchester wasn't a patient man, never had been and so waiting to hear word on his two sons was killing him. He had paced the exact spot on the floor so many times that the nurse, who wasn't even wearing her name tag,sitting at her station had stopped reading her magazine to watch him. This only served to aggravate him when he noticed her sitting there, ogling him. The nurses back on the oncology unit were brilliant compared to this woman, and he fought the urge to say something to her that he would regret. "Miss, have you heard anything about my son's, their names are Samuel and Dean Winchester?" He figured if she was going to watch him, she may as well answer his question. He'd only asked her every ten minutes for the last hour.
"Sir, I know who your son's are. You've told me six times. The doctor will speak to you when there's news. Until then, why don't you go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. I'm sure your hungry what with all the exercise you've been getting." He sentences were clipped with a certain sarcasm to them that John didn't like.
"Listen lady, I'm sure they don't pay you to sit..." John started, but let the anger go when he spotted Sammy's doctor walking down the hall toward him.
"How are my sons?" John asked, not sparing any time for pleasantries. He needed to know now, and he had long since passed his patient point because of the nurse.
"Why don't we go sit down and talk, Mr Winchester?" He said, motioning toward the chair where John had spent only a small time actually sitting.
He could have sworn he heard the nurse scoff and mutter "good luck" in a voice that was supposed to be quiet. 'She does not matter in the grand scheme of things.'
He and the doctor sat down in the hard chairs, facing each other. "Both of your sons are fine. They're in recovery right now. Dean should be released from there in a couple of hours. He will be given pain medication and sent home. I suggest that you bring him home and stay there for a couple days. Sam is very weak and any form of infection could kill him." 'So could something else if we leave him alone' John thought in his head, but let the man continue. "Sam will be fine; he's also in recovery. He'll probably be kept there or in ICU overnight. We had a difficult time keeping him with us through the anesthesia, but he will be okay."
John was alarmed. What had happened in that operating theater? "What do you mean you had a hard time keeping him with us?" He demanded. He needed to know.
"When we put him under the anesthesia, his vital signs started to fall. We were able to keep them stable, but we had to keep watching his vital signs for any fluctuations. He is fine though, now that he's not under the sedation anymore." His voice was soft, low, and clear, meant to be comforting, but John struggled to process the information. His son's vitals were getting out of control. "You can wait in the recovery waiting room for Dean to be released. He'll be in pain from his hips for a few days, maybe a week, but he will be fine."
John nodded his head. "Thank you, doctor."
"You're welcome. I have to go take care of some things, so I'll talk to you later." The doctor said by way of excusing himself. He gave one more final glare to the nurse, and walked down the hall to where he had been shown the recovery waiting room earlier.
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The three nurses that have been introduced so far- two of them are after characters from other shows, as in I saw them in my mind's eye. They aren't nurses on the other shows, but they have that attitude. Emily is modeled after Emily (what Quartermaine/Cassadine?) on "General Hospital", and Lana is the receptionist on "Strong Medicine." The other woman in this chapter is not specifically modeled after anyone, but there are some nurses that I have come across that oooh! shudders
Daquiri- I do the same thing with studying, such a procrastinator.