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The Sacrifice
Chapter two
"Sam!" Dean ran over and knelt down next to him. He could feel the heat radiating off of Sam's body as he picked him up and put him on the bed. He quickly ran into the bathroom grabbed a washrag and ran cold water over it. He then went back to Sam and gently sponged his face with the cold water then laid the washrag on his forehead. "Sammy? Come on Bro wake up."
Sam moaned, opened his eyes, and looked into Dean's worried face.
"What happened?" Sam asked as he tried to sit up.
"You passed the hell out is what happened." Dean said as he put his hand on Sam's chest and gently held him down.
"Oh…" Sam frowned.
"What's going on Sam? You were fine yesterday."
"I…I don't know." Sam reached up and removed the washrag from his forehead. "I'm feeling better now."
"Sam, maybe you should see a doctor, just to get checked out."
"No…really I'm fine." Sam started to sit up on the bed.
"Just take it easy." Dean said as he pulled Sam up with one hand and put the other at his back to steady him.
Sam winced in pain as Dean took his hand.
"Ouch." He pulled his hand back.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know…"
He held his hand up and looked at it. The finger that had been pricked by the statue was red and sore looking.
"Let me see that." Dean took Sam's hand and examined it. "It looks infected."
"Yeah…. It feels like there's something in there." Sam pulled his hand back from Dean then squeezed his finger as Dean leaned down to look. A tiny black object popped out of the tiny hole. "Did you see that?"
"Yeah, it looks like a little piece of metal."
"When I squeeze it again see if you can pull it out."
Sam squeezed his finger again and the object popped out and Dean tried to grab it but couldn't.
"Sorry Sammy I can't get it, fingernails aren't long enough."
"Maybe we can pick up a pair of tweezers somewhere."
"Or maybe you should see a doctor. He can get the metal or what ever it is out plus check you out. Maybe that cut has something to do with your fever; you'll probably need some antibiotics."
"Dean…" Sam started to protest.
"Sam, you're going to the doctor and that's it, no arguments."
"Who died and left you boss?"
"Don't be a smart ass Sam…. I can still kick your ass Bro."
"You wish…Anyway, when was the last time you went to the doctors?"
"Umm…." Dean tried to think. "How 'bout when I broke my arm?"
"That was a hospital dummy, and you didn't have a choice, Dad drug you in because he couldn't set the bone himself that time. You haven't gone since you were a kid and you know it."
"Look Sam, he's not going to keep you, only give you antibiotics."
"Well I feel better." When his brother gave him a dirty look he added. "I really do, I'm not just saying it."
"Sam, we're going to be driving across country. I don't need you passing out in the middle of a hunt."
Sam knew he was right; hunting was dangerous enough even when you were one hundred percent healthy. He reluctantly gave in.
"Alright, let's just get it over with."
Dean called the front desk and asked if the clerk knew of any doctors or hospitals in the area. He was told the only doctor in the area was a Dr. Morgan whose office was about two miles away and no hospital for about fifty miles. Dean called the doctor's office and was told that he wasn't busy and that they could come in now if they wanted to.
Doctor's Office
The office was rustic looking with a woman of about fifty sitting behind the desk in the small waiting room. After a few minutes the doctor came out and left them into the examining room.
"What seems to be the problem?"
Dean looked at Sam who said nothing.
"I found him passed out and burning up with fever earlier this morning." Dean said
"But I'm fine now." Sam quickly added.
"Please sit down." The doctor said to Sam, when he did the doctor put a blood pressure cuff on him.
"Anything happen last night that might have caused this? Bad food, or have you been around anyone sick…."
"No." Sam said just wanting to get out of there.
Dean gave his brother a dirty look knowing he'd have to do the talking for him.
"Well he did cut his finger….show him Sam."
Sam held up his hand.
"Hmmmm …..It appears to be a little infected, which definitely could be the reason for the fever. What did you cut it on?"
"Well I found this little statue in a parking lot and it must have had a sharp edge on it."
"There's a splinter of metal or something in his finger that we couldn't get out." Dean said. "My brother was fine before he cut his finger." He added.
"It seems likely the thing was dirty and you picked up an infection from it. Do you have it with you?"
"Yeah he does… Show it to him Sam."
Sam pulled the tiny statue out of his pocket and carefully handed it to the doctor. Dean could swear he saw a strange look flash across the doctor's face when he saw the little figurine.
"Something wrong Doc?" He asked.
TBC
