Chapter 6
I waited patiently out side the hospital room, doctors coming in and out, walking straight past me as if i didn't exist, maybe i didn't, maybe this didn't, maybe it was a dream, a nightmare, no, it was real, too real.
"Sam Winchester?" The doctor, middle aged, pale face, blood covered white coat.
"Yeah, how's Dean, is he okay?"
"He's stable, the bullet missed any vital organs, but he had a blood clot, and because of being out in the cold with a loss of blood, he has a slight case of pneumonia, but with enough antibiotics, he should be fine."
"should?"
"There's a chance it could develop into something worse, we just have to wait and see, he is to stay over night, for tonight, and maybe the next day."
"Okay. Fine, can i see him?"
"Yeah, just remember, he is weak."
"Okay, thanks doctor."
I walked into his room, like we were, his room was cut of from the rest of the hospital, weak was an under statement, his face had no colour, at all, he looked like a ghost, nothing stood out with him any more, except the blood on the gown the doctors had him in.
"Dean.." I stammered, lost for words, i didn't know if he could hear me, if he could hear me, would he want to talk to me? Doubt it. Its all my fault.
"Sammy." he said quietly, his eyes fluttered open, pain in his eyes caused me to look away. "I'm sorry."
"What Dean, its not your fault."
"If i was to look out for you more, you wouldn't have started..." No it wasn't his fault!
"Dean, shut up. Just listen. Its not your fault."
"Tell me why please Sam," He sounded weak, his voice was dry, and i could hardly hear him. I had to tell him, i had no choice.
"I started a couple of months before i met Jess." as usual i had to pause at her name, as the pain took over my heart. "I was with Zack and, we were having trouble with our work load, and we heard about this guy that could help, we went, and it was the wrong kind of help. We swore we would never, but one night, it got to much, and i did. I swore i wouldn't do it again, but i became hooked, dependent if you want, i couldn't go a day with out it. And then i met Jess, and it all stopped." I left out the part about nearly killing some one, maybe for our next hospital heart to heart.
"But, why did you start again?" Dean sounded hurt, i had hurt him.
"I don't know." what could i say? I didn't know why! "I'm not going to do it again. I swear to you Dean."
"okay." he said weakly.
"So, what happened?"
"Mugged."
"Dean the great, mugged?"
"It happens. Crazy people with guns Sammy. Scare me,"
"Well. Your going to be okay though."
"cause i am, I'm Dean Winchester a survivor not Sam Winchester the pussy."
"Thanks." i laughed.
"So when can i get the hell out of here?"
"Tomorrow, or the day after. They think you have pneumonia."
"I can't stay,"
"Look Dean, you need to put your fear of hospitals behind you. Your sick."
"Not that sick."
"You were shot."
"Some one else could die if i stay here."
"Dean..." your going to die if you don't stay here!
"Sam.."
"Fine." no matter what, i can't fight what he says, its true, some one else could be in danger if he was to stay in hospital. "I'll check you out." With out looking back at him, i walked out of the room.
This is so fucked up, Dean shot. Dean ill. Then it came to me, my vision, Dean was shot in my vision. But then it killed him, the son of a bitch Fob killed him. Why was he still alive? Did i change it some how? No, if some one is meant to die, they would die. My vision told me Dean was meant to die. But something happened, something changed it, he was still alive. Am i being paranoid, i don't think so. I'll have to check it out later, but all i know is, Dean isn't going to die, not on my watch, and not by a stupid fucking Fob.
A/N thanks you all for reviewing, means a lot. I'm glad you all like it ) sorry about the wait too, my course work is mounting up :( i will try to update soon. Thanks!
