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The Scarsboro Terror

Chapter seven

Dean kept his hand pressed on the horn as he sped into the hospital's emergency room entrance. Nurses and doctors ran out to meet him.

"You got to help my brother!" He screamed as they opened the car door. They grabbed a stretcher and gently pulled Sam from the car and put him on it. A doctor, seeing Sam's slashed throat, clamped his hand over the wound trying to stop the flow of blood. Dean got out of the car covered in his brother's blood and watched in shock as they rushed Sam into the emergency room. He started to follow but collapsed beside his car, from both pain and exhaustion. Another stretcher was quickly brought out and he was loaded on to it and was also rushed into the emergency room. The ER rooms were full due to a rash of accidents on the icy roads and Dean and Sam were both put on tables side by side in one of the small cubicles. Dean watched in horror his heart pounding as they tried to save Sam's life. His handsome face was etched with worry when he saw all the blood, his brother's blood. Sam's face was almost pure white against his long dark brown hair as the blood continued to pour from his wound.

"You got to save him." Dean begged the doctors.

"We're doing everything we can." The doctor said as he tried to clamp off an artery in Sam's neck. The procedure was extremely painful and Sam moaned loudly. Dean stretched his hand over and grabbed his brother's hand trying to give him some of his strength. Grateful tears came to Dean's eyes; at least Sam was moaning which meant he was still alive.

Two doctors came in to check on Dean but he waved them away.

"I'm okay; just take care of my brother."

"He's being taken care of, but we need to check you out."

Dean reluctantly lay back on the table as the doctors examined him and squeezed his eyes shut in pain as they touched his sore ribs.

"You're lucky; you could have really screwed up your ribs leaving the hospital like that. I don't think they're broken though just badly bruised." Dean looked up into the face of one of the doctors who had treated him earlier. "What the hell happened out there?" The doctor asked as he retaped Dean's ribs.

Dean told him about finding his brother in the park but left out the part about the half man, half spider knowing they would think he was nuts. He looked over at Sam who was being prepped to go to the operating room.

"How's my brother? He's going to make it isn't he?"

"I don't want to give you any false hope. Your brother lost a lot of blood, and the swelling from the injury was cutting off his breathing, but my colleagues have inserted a breathing tube so at least now he's getting a good supply of oxygen now…but…"

"But what?"

"We're worried he might have suffered brain damage from the lack of oxygen…I'm sorry… We won't know for sure until he's fully awake."

Dean shut his eyes and took a deep breath. His initial joy that Sam was still alive now shattered by the thought that he might have suffered brain damage. He watched as they rushed Sam out of the ER and up to the operating room then glanced at the pool of blood under Sam's table, he quickly looked away as the doctor leaned over him and hooked him up to an IV.

"This will give you relief from the pain and help you get some sleep." He said as the medication began to flow into Dean's arm.

"Please…you got to put us in the same room." Dean requested.

"I'll see what I can do." The doctor assured him. "Now get some rest and don't worry about your brother, we'll take good care of him."

Dean shut his eyes as the drugs began to take affect, grateful to get away from the horror of the last few hours.

Later

Six hours later Dean started to come around. At first he had no idea where he was but when he remembered and quickly looked over at the bed next to him. It was empty.

"Sam!...Sammy!..." He started to panic and was attempting to get out of bed when the nurse walked in.

"Mr. Winchester! Hold it right there. You're going to bust those ribs for sure if you don't lay still." She hurried to his side.

"Where's my brother?"

"He's in the recovery room."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"All I can tell you is that the operation to repair his neck went well, but he lost a lot of blood. They've been pumping it into him ever since he got here."

"What about….." Dean swallowed hard; he was scared of what her answer might be. "What about the brain damage? They don't think he has any do they?"

"That I can't tell you. All I know is that they won't know for certain until he wakes up. But his vital signs are good so all we can do is hope for the best."

"How long will he have to stay in recovery?"

"Just till he wakes up."

"And how long will that be?"

When the nurse hesitated answering him Dean knew something was wrong.

"How long?" He repeated.

"Most people would have woken up about three hours ago….But that's nothing to worry about…" She quickly added when she saw the look on Dean's face. "Every case is different. Now you need to rest those ribs….Your brother is getting the best of care and is in very good hands." The nurse adjusted the IV in Dean's arm and he could tell she had added a sedative. He tried to fight it but he could feel his eyes growing heavy.

The next morning

When Dean opened his eyes the nurse was standing by his bedside.

"Good morning." She gave him a smile.

He glanced over at the bed next to him and noticed Sam still wasn't in it.

"How's my brother?"

"He's still unconscious…I'm sorry."

"I need to see him…. I need to be with him."

"I really can't allow that…."

"Please, he needs me with him…." Dean knew he needed to be with Sam as much as Sam needed to be with him. They both drew strength from each other.

"I'll see what I can do."

She left and came back a short time later with a wheelchair.

"I talked to the doctor and he okayed it, but only for a few minutes."

"I don't need that, I can walk."

"Doctor's orders."

Dean wasn't going to argue with her, all he wanted was to be with his brother. He left her help him out of bed and got in the wheelchair.

TBC