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Chapter 22

Tony and Bryan pulled up in front of the old hospital and slowly made their way inside, guns drawn. They looked around. Finally on the second floor, they heard a noise and walked over to what had been a treatment room. Bryan got on one side of the door and Tony on the other, and they peered inside. They saw Sam in the middle of the room, strapped down to a table, and he didn't look good at all. The two men were standing around him.

Sam couldn't figure out why his insides were burning so bad, and why the pain on the outside of his body had increased again. He thought that they got all the poison out of his system, but he felt the same way now as he did then. All of a sudden the pain became unbearable and Sam screamed out.

"What's the matter Sam, does it hurt?" the men asked him.

"I...thought...they...got the...poison." Sam gasped. He was barely conscious and hyperventilating.

"They did, but the doctor gave you some more yesterday. Remember the sedative?" asked one of the men.

Sam shook his head. "No!" he said weakly. He was in agony. His insides were on fire. "Please!"

"Yes Sam, goodbye," they said as Sam screamed out in pain again.

Tony and Bryan burst through the door! "FREEZE! POLICE!" they yelled.

One of the men pointed a gun at Bryan, but he pulled the trigger first and the man fell down dead.

The second man had his gun pointed at Sam's head. "HOLD IT!" yelled Tony.

"You hold it!" the second man said as he pressed the barrel to Sam's temple and cocked it.

"Let him go!" said Tony. "It's not murder yet! We need to get him to a hospital. "

"Forget it!" said the man."He's not going anywhere. Drop your gun." he said to Tony.

Tony looked at Sam. He had no doubt that this man would shoot him, and even if he didn't, if they waited long enough the poison was going to kill him anyway. He made a decision, and raised his hands, but he still held the gun.

"Look, let him go. I'll stay in his place. Please." Tony said.

"Tony!" yelled Bryan.

"I'll stay man, just let Sam go," said Tony again, looking at his partner.

The man considered this for a minute. It might be fun to torture a cop, he thought, but then he made his decision. He couldn't do that. He had to do what the doctor said. He sighed.

"No!" he said. "He's not leaving! Now drop your gun or I swear I will blow his brains out all over this room!"

"Wait!" said Tony.

"Drop it!" the man said.

"Ok!" said Tony. "Just take it easy!" He dropped his gun, and raised his hands again, palms out.

"Kick it over here!" said the man and Tony kicked his gun toward him.

"Don't move!" the man said to Tony as he looked at Bryan. "Now you! Drop it!" He pressed the gun tighter into Sam's temple. Bryan dropped his gun, kicked it toward the man and raised his hands palms out. "Keep you hands up!"

The man then looked at Tony. "You, come here, NOW!" Tony walked up to the man slowly, hands up. The man walked down to the end of Sam's bed, still pointing the gun at Sam. "You'd take his place?" asked the man.
"Yes, if you let him go, I'll stay in his place. He needs a hospital. He only has about an hour to live. Let him go, I'll stay." Tony was almost begging.

"No! Tony" said Bryan.

"Shut up!" the man said to Bryan and turned his attention back to Tony. "Why! Why would you do that?" he asked.

"Because I care about him. I don't want him to die," said Tony.

"You're a fool!" the man said and pointed his gun at Tony. Tony closed his eyes. He knew that he was about to die. His life passed before his eyes. It was a good life, he thought. He didn't really have any regrets.

"NO!" yelled Bryan.

Sam looked at the man. His vision was very blurry and his body in agony, but he knew if he didn't do something, that man was going to kill Tony, and then Bryan. With every bit of strength he had left, he raised his legs and kicked the gun out of the man's hand, sending it skidding across the room. Tony and Bryan charged, knocking the man down and cuffing his hands behind his back. Bryan read him his rights as Tony went over to Sam.

"Ok, Sam!" said Tony as he watched Sam's labored breathing. "It's okay, man, I got you." Sam was barely conscious, and was gasping for air.

Bryan ran up to them a minute later, having taken a moment to make a call. "Ambulance is on the way. How is he?" he asked Tony, who just shook his head. Sam started coughing up blood.

"Easy, help's on the way. Hang in there, kid," said Tony. "You saved my life, our lives, Sam. You know that? Thank you." Sam nodded weakly.

"I...don't..."

"Shhhh!" said Tony. "Don't talk. You have to save your strength." He looked down at the table and untied Sam's hands.

"H...e...l...p" said Sam.

"I'm right here, okay?" Tony said.

"No," Sam replied weakly, and grabbed Tony's shirt, pulling him down.

"What is it?" asked Tony, as he bent down to Sam's mouth.

"Dean," said Sam.

"What?" asked Tony. "Who's Dean?"

"My...brother. He...has...my...brother," said Sam and passed out.

"Sam!" said Tony. "Come on! Hang in there!" He felt Sam slipping and checked for a pulse. He found one but it was very weak and thready. Bryan ran in with the paramedics. They placed Sam on oxygen and started him on IV fluids. They called it in, loaded him on the stretcher and rushed him to the hospital. Other officers came in and took the prisoner away.

Tony had walked over to the other side of the building. Bryan went over to him. "Tony." he said. Tony rubbed his hands down his face and looked at Bryan, who put his hand on Tony's shoulder. "What is it?" Bryan asked.

"He has Sam's brother." said Tony.

"What?" asked Bryan.

"The doctor has Sam's brother," said Tony. "He abducted both of them. That's probably why Sam didn't talk when we first met him."

Bryan just stared at his partner in disbelief.
"This isn't over yet. We gotta find another kid, before it's too late." said Tony.

"Let's go to the hospital." said Bryan.

"Yeah." Tony agreed and they left.