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Rage
Chapter six
"Sammy!" Dean screamed as he dropped to his knees next to his brother. "Oh God Sammy I'm sorry! I didn't want to do it! I'm so sorry, I tried to stop it!" Dean gently rolled Sam onto his back. Sam lay on the ground his face twisted in pain, he kept his knees up and both hands pressed against his stomach as blood bubbled between his fingers.
"Oh God….Oh man it hurts….it hurts…." Sam moaned as he rolled his head back and forth on the ground his eyes squeezed shut in pain.
"Sammy I'm sorry, I tried to stop it but I couldn't…." Tears ran down Dean's face as he tried to stop the bleeding but only ended up causing Sam more pain, he cried out and grabbed Dean's arm.
"I don't….I don't blame you…not your fault…not your fault." Sam managed to get out, he needed Dean to know he understood what had happened and knew there was nothing Dean could have done. If he died he didn't want Dean to think that he blamed him or for him to blame himself.
"I got to get you to the hospital!" Dean knew he didn't have time to wait for an ambulance; he reached down and picked Sam up ignoring his cries of pain. He then put him in the passenger's seat and sped to the hospital all the time reassuring his brother as he tried to keep pressure on the wound with one hand while he drove with the other.
Hospital
He skidded into the emergency room parking lot.
"Help! I need help out here!" He screamed as he got out of the car and ran to the passenger's side and opened the door. Sam's body slumped over into his arms. "Oh God Sammy!" He cried out as he held his brother's blood covered body.
Two doctors quickly ran out of the ER and took Sam from his arms and put him on a stretcher.
"What happened to him?" One of them asked as he lifted up Sam's shirt to examine his wound.
Before Dean could speak Sam answered weakly.
"Shot….shot myself….cleaning my gun…" Sam lied wanting to protect his brother.
"Let's get him in to the ER, he's bleeding out!" The doctor yelled to his colleague as they rushed Sam into the Emergency Room.
Dean stood in stunned shock beside his car covered in his brother's blood.
"Are you hurt?" One of the nurses asked Dean seeing all the blood.
Dean could only shake his head, too upset to speak.
"Is he family?" She asked.
He nodded.
"My brother." He said softly, his voice cracking with emotion.
The nurse reached out and took Dean's hand and led him into the waiting room.
"Your brother is in good hands. They'll do everything they can for him." She tried to reassure him.
Dean kept his eyes on the cubicle where they had taken Sam and watched as doctors and nurses hurried in and out of the small room. After half an hour he walked over and grabbed the arm of one of the nurses.
"How's my brother?"
"I'm sorry…." She said sadly. "He's lost a lot of blood and we're having trouble stopping the bleeding."
"But you'll be able to stop it and he'll be alright won't he?"
"It's too early to tell, but we're doing everything we can. We typed your brother's blood and unfortunately he has a rare blood type. Our supply is low so we're having a shipment brought in from Philadelphia; they're flying it in by helicopter."
"You can use my blood, we have the same type."
"You sure?
"Yeah."
"Please come with me."
She led Dean into the cubicle.
"Get him out of here!" The doctor knew the situation was critical and didn't want a relative flipping out if the patient didn't make it.
"His brother has the same blood type." She told the attending doctor.
"You sure you're the same type? We don't have time to cross match you, we're losing him." The doctor said as he attempted to clamp off a bleeding artery in Sam's stomach before sending him up to the OR.
"Yeah we're both the same." Dean could feel the room start to spin as he looked at his brother's body covered only by a bloody sheet.
"We're going to have to hook you directly up to him."
"Do it."
Dean's eyes filled with tears as he looked down at Sam. His skin was pasty white and from all the blood on the floor it looked like his brother had lost almost half the blood in his body.
The doctor immediately hooked Dean up to a blood tube and began feeding his blood directly into Sam's body.
Dean kept his eyes on Sam, praying for some sign that his blood was helping and he was getting stronger.
"Come on Bro hang in there. Don't you leave me Sammy, don't you even think of it." Dean kept repeating as he watched his blood flow into his brother's arm.
The doctor continued working on Sam until he finally managed to stop the bleeding.
"Well I did my part I got the bleeding under control, now it's up to the operating team." The doctor said as he took the tube out of Sam's arm and stood back while the other doctor and nurses readied Sam for the move to the OR.
"If he needs more blood take it." Dean told the doctor as the nurse started to remove the tube from his arm.
"We gave him as much as you can afford to lose. The supply from Philly should get here soon."
"Doc…if he needs more take it." Dean didn't care if they took all of his blood as long as Sam survived.
"He's holding his own right now and they'll pump the Philly blood into him as soon as it gets here."
"He'll make it now won't he?"
"I'm not going to give you any false hope. Your brother's in critical condition. The bullet lodged in his spleen and also nicked an artery in his stomach. They'll probably have to remove his spleen and sew up his stomach. Then, if he makes it through the operation, it will be just wait and see." He could see the anguish on Dean's face. "Hey, you saved his life. If it wasn't for your blood we would have lost him right here, now at least he has a fighting chance."
Dean watched as they wheeled Sam out of the ER and up to the Operating Room.
"What really happened out there?" The doctor asked. "Your brother kept saying it was an accident, that he was cleaning his gun. He kept repeating it over and over like he was trying to convince us, like he was trying to protect someone."
For a moment Dean wanted to tell the doctor the truth that he had shot Sam. The guilt he felt was screaming for him to tell someone, but he knew if he confessed it wouldn't help anyone. He'd be thrown in jail and Sam would still be fighting for his life. No, he needed to stay free so he could find and destroy the thing that had made him hurt his brother.
"My brother told you the truth. He was cleaning his gun and it went off. I was there when it happened." Dean looked the doctor in the eye as he lied to him, then turned and walked back to the waiting room
TBC