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The Only Way to Travel
Ch4
"I'm sure it's just temporary Dean. They talk about stuff like this all the time on TV and I read about it happening to people who've been through trauma in one of the courses I took on psychology at Stanford. Most of the time its purely psychological."Sam said with forced optimism and cheerfulness in his voice as he tried his best to find some comforting words to say to his brother.
"Psychological huh?" Dean asked with a bitter chuckle."Meaning in other words that I'm making myself unable to see?" he asked, his voice rising angrily.
"I didn't mean it that way Dean. It's just sometimes ones mind isn't able to cope with situations and it reacts in a severe manner."Sam protested, putting a hand on his brothers shoulder, only to have it knocked away.
"You really think after all the shit we've been through that my mind couldn't handle a plane crash?" Dean asked incredulously, turning his narrowed, sightless green eyes in Sam's direction." Yeah, it's bad that it has happened, but its nothing that I couldn't cope with. The fact is a big fucking case hit me in the head so hard that it knocked me out for god knows how long, then I woke up and now I'm blind!. I didn't imagine that, and I'm not somehow subconsciously causing myself to not see! So spare me your , I'm so smart because I went to Stanford, psychiatric bullshit!"
"You're right. I'm sorry."Sam said apologetically, his brother having succeeded in making him feel like a total jackass. "I'm probably 85 times more likely than you to have something like that to happen anyway."he admitted with a wry smile.
"It's alright, I forgive you. This time."Dean said, his lips forming a half-smile."Just don't let it happen again or I'll have to kick your ass."
"Hi there, my name is Zach Donaldson."Dean heard an unfamiliar deep voice say from in front of him and Sam.
An automatic reflex of feeling cautious and distrustful appeared on the elder Winchester's face, where as Sam smiled warmly at the youngish black man standing in front of them.
"Hey, I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean."Dean heard his brother reply, and could picture the goofy grin that was most likely on his face, along with his extended hand offered in reply to the unknown mans greeting.
"Well Sam and Dean, its nice to meet you both, and I know you're probably wondering what I'm doing just coming up and introducing myself, so I'll tell you. I'm a doctor, well more like a doctor in training, but not a nurse."he added quickly, apparently wanting to clear up any misconceptions on his abilities beforehand."I'm still working on my internship, but so far I'm the only person in the medical field thats found to have survived so I guess I'm the best you all have right now. I'm just trying to make the rounds and see how everyones doing, while introducing myself, and all that crap etc etc."he said with a chuckle."So, that being said, how are you boys doing?"
"Other than the whole almost dying in a plane crash thing, I'd say where just hunky dory doc, so you can move right along. We're fine."Dean answered quickly, speaking before Sam could even open his mouth.
"Well Dean, looks like your brother has a pretty nasty cut on his leg there , so I think that deserves a little attention now, don't you?" Zach asked and Dean heard him moving closer as he spoke."If you don't mind that is, since it appears that you think you have to do all the speaking for Sam and all."he added and Sam almost laughed at the barely hidden sarcasm in the doctors voice.
"Everybody's a fucking comedian."Dean muttered. He didn't dispute the man checking out Sam's leg though, but sent a silent thoughts to his brother, ordering him to just let the intern check out his leg and not say anything about his predicament.
He didn't want some man he didn't know poking and prodding at him, blind or not.
"Well, that doesn't look to bad, bet it hurts like a bitch though doesn't it?"he heard Zach ask Sam after ripping the leg of his jeans open to get a closer look at the wound.
"Oh yeah, but it feels a lot better now since I pulled the metal out that was stuck in it."Sam replied with a hiss as the doctor prodded his leg further, adding as he looked at him with curiosity,"You don't really look old enough to be a doctor man, how old were you when you started medical school, 16?"
"I'm older than I look Sam, but just for kicks, how old do you think I am?"the man asked as pulled supplies from one of the first aid kits.
"29 at the most man, but truthfully you don't even look that old." Sam replied with a wince as Zach started cleaning the area around the wound.
"29, huh? What about you Dean, care to take a guess?" Zach asked.
"That's okay, I'll pass since I really don't give a shit and all."Dean replied, his head still bowed staring at the sand.
"Is he always so friendly?"the doctor asked Sam, who was glaring daggers in Deans direction, wondering what the hell his problem was.
Sure, he was blind, but that wasn't any reason to treat people who were only trying to help like shit.
"Oh yeah, I'm a witness."a female voice said, and Sam looked up to see the woman who'd given them water earlier standing there smiling at the three of them."He's a real barrel of laughs if you get to know him."and continued walking past them.
"Well, to answer your question Sam, no I didn't start medical school when I was 16. I'm actually 37 years old. Now, I've got this cut cleaned out so I'm just going to pour some alcohol on it, bandage it up, and you'll be good to go."the doctor said, adding, as he poured alcohol on the cut,"Thank god the first aid kits weren't all destroyed in the crash, at least we have some medical supplies to work with."
"So, there's a lot of people hurt bad?"Dean asked, speaking again finally, lifting his head slightly, and tilting it in their general direction.
"Some not as serious as others, but yes, there are quite a few badly injured passengers."Zach replied, putting the supplies back into the case.
"So tell me this then doctor, why are you wasting your time on bandaging up a knick on my brothers leg when there are others who obviously need you a lot more?" Dean asked matter-of-factly, hearing the occasional cry of pain in the background noises that seemed all the more clear since he couldn't see.
Zach sighed, and giving the elder Winchester a solemn look said,"Okay Dean, since you seem like a straight up kinda guy, then I'm gonna give you a straight up answer. Those people that are hurt very badly, well, I'm going to do what I can to make them comfortable , but there's really not a lot that some alcohol, ace bandages, and band-aids can do for someone who's lost an arm, leg, or some other body appendage. We have no idea how long we could be here, and these other more minor injuries, like Sam's knick, those I can do something about, but if I didn't, and said, Oh what the hell, it's just a little cut, so whats it gonna hurt, then, they could turn into something bad. You'd be surprised how many people die yearly from ignoring things like this and by doing so, letting it turning into something much worse. Like infection and gangrene. Don't get me wrong, I want to help everyone, and god willing some one will come and rescue us soon, but if not, the reality of the matter is this, there is nothing further I can do at this point to prevent those who are too far gone from dying except to try and make them as comfortable as possible. And to be honest, I can't even do that since we have no drugs, so do you understand a little better what I'm telling you here?"
"Yeah, I understand man. I was out of line, so I apologize." Dean replied, feeling much more respect for the man than he had earlier. It was amazing how much you could tell about a persons character just by listening to the emotions in their voice..
"Apology accepted, but it really wasn't necessary. This whole accident has thrown us all for a loop."Zach said, then turned his attention back to his current patient," Okay then Sam, your leg should be just fine, and really, you and Dean can count your lucky stars that all you got from a plane crash was a little knick. Not many can say that."he finished, then after patting Sam's shoulder stood up.
"Wait Zach."Dean heard Sam said, and silently cursed his brother under his breath.
"Yeah?"
"Umm..that's not all we got from the crash, well it's all I got but Dean got hit in the head by some luggage and..."
"Oh I see that now, that's a nasty looking cut you've got there Dean."the man interrupted. Kneeling down in front up the older brother he pulled out a cotton ball, which he dipped in alcohol, then started dabbing at the cut on his head." Why didn't you say something man? What the heck hit you anyway?"he asked, prodding the large knot that was forming around the cut.
"I don't know for sure, but I think it was amake-up case."Dean answered, running the last part together out of embarrassment, then winced as the alcohol burned his cut.
"Did you say a make-up case? Must've been a damn big one to do this, are you sure thats what it was?"he asked, unable to keep the humor out of his voice."I have heard that big bottles of base, eye liners, and powder puffs can be very dangerous weapons when used properly." he said with mock seriousness.
"Ha, ha. Very funny, and no I'm not positive thats what it was. I didn't really get too good a look at it in the 2 seconds before it knocked me out. I guess I'll just have to remember to take a picture next time."Dean said, not the least bit amused.
"Ohh, big brothers such a sour puss?"Zach said to Sam, who snickered in reply."If we were at the hospital I would give him a sucker and all would be better, right Dean?"
Sam found himself automatically liking Zach. He seemed like the type of Dr. that one would always feel at ease with which was pretty rare nowadays.
"Any headaches, nausea, dizziness or flashes of light?"Zach asked Dean, switching back to Dr. mode,as he put his hand under Deans chin to raise it up so he could look at his eyes.
Dean swatted his hand away irritably before replying,"Do I have a headache? What do you think, I got whacked by a two ton case, so yes! I have a headache. Nausea, no. Dizziness, yes a little, and flashes of light, no, none whatsoever, so can you just leave me alone now?"
Sam, who had sat quietly by until this moment, finally reached his boiling point at Deans rude behavior. Not to mention it didn't appear his brother was going to tell the doctor about his other problem, so Sam spoke up, doing just that for him.
"Good god Dean! He's a doctor, so quit being stupid and tell him already!" he blurted out firmly.
He didn't have to though. Somehow or another Zach had managed to hold onto his penlight during the crash, and had pushed in the button shining it directly into Deans green eyes.
His pupils remained fixed showing no reaction to the bright light shining into them.
"You can't see."Zach stated, rather than asked, his voice taking on a concerned, mixed with pitying tone as he put his hand under Deans chin once more and tilted his head upwards,to look more closely at his eyes."When did it happen? When the case hit you? You haven't always been blind have you?"he threw questions at the elder brother, who sighed and answered, figuring what was the use in not doing so since the man knew.
"No, I haven't always been blind. The last thing I remember seeing is, like I said, was a big, square shaped, silver case flying towards my face as the plane was going down. I put my hands up to try and block it, but it was going too fast, so it got me."
"He still managed to pull me out of there though."Sam interjected, the pride he felt towards his brother evident in his words.
"Thats what big brothers are for Sam."Zach said solemnly, flicking the light off and putting it back into the front pocket of his now torn and dirt smeared white dress shirt, then put his hand on Dean's shoulder as he said,"Without having any way of taking any x-rays of your head to see what's going on in there I can't tell you much, good or bad. On one hand, your sight could clear up in a day or two, maybe sooner. On the other hand though, it could be permanent and you also might have more damage done to you due to the blunt force trauma from the case striking you. You're just going to have to be patient and wait and see what happens. It's going to be hard, but just try not to panic. Things may seem fine for you right now, but when the reality of what's happened to you totally sets in, it can be a totally different story. I know it's scary. No, wait, hell, thats a lie, because nothing like this has ever happened to me. Anyway, I have to go move on to the other survivors, but if you should need me, just yell and I'll come as soon as I can. Okay?"he asked, still kneeling in front of Dean.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks man."he said with a sad smile, and Zach gripped his shoulder once more before standing up.
Making eye contact with Sam, the doctor motioned with his head for the younger brother to walk a little ways away with him.
Looking unassuredly back and forth between Dean and Zach, he finally stood up slowly and said,"I'll be right back bro, I'm gonna go see if I can round up some Tylenol from the doc before he gets too far away. Will you be alright alone for a sec?"
"I'll be fine."Dean replied, his shoulders hunched as he turned sightless eyes dejectedly towards what he assumed was the direction of the sea.
I'm already alone, he thought to himself. He'd never realized how much seeing had to do with the overall feeling of being alive, but now that it had been stripped away , he was faced with the reality of it, and it was if a part of him had died.
"Yeah Zach? What's up?"Sam asked after he had limped over to where the doctor waited, staring at his brother.
"Sam, I didn't tell Dean this because number one, it might not be an issue, so why worry him any further when he's already being faced with what he has." Zach started, turning brown serious eyes on Sam. "And number two, even if it does happen there's nothing we can do about it anyway. I just feel I should prepare you just in case."
"What? What are you talking about?"Sam asked in a trembling voice, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Tell me dammit!" he demanded angrily, his voice rising.
"Just calm down. Okay, here gos, Dean may, as I said, recover totally from this, but theres also a chance that he might also have suffered some brain damage , or if we're lucky, a concussion."
"Wha? How will we know? Will it kill him?"
"That depends on what type of damage it is. Head wounds are very tricky, sometimes they can happen and the person not even experience the effects until days later, and sometimes the symptoms appear almost automatically. What you need to do is keep a close eye on him and his behavior. If he begins acting erratically, such as experiencing unusual mood swings and such, I want you to let me know. Also keep an eye out for headaches. I know he said he was having them, but they can get much worse if it's something serious. That can sometimes be a sign of swelling in the brain. Don't, I repeat do not , let him go to sleep for at least 10 hours."
"Okay, thank you for all your help Zach."Sam said, his eyes already back on Dean.
"And don't forget, if you need me, find me, or if I'm unavailable you can get Angela who's a ER nurse.
You know Angela don't you? And you understand all I've told you?"
"Yes, I know Angela, and yes, I understand."Sam replied.
"DR! Zach!" they suddenly heard someone scream from down on the part of the beach where they were keeping the more serious of the wounded."Hurry! It's Cynthia!"
"I'm coming!" he yelled, already hurriedly moving away, but yelled over his shoulder,"Don't forget, you need help, call me or Angela."then started jogging towards the other end of the beach.
Walking slowly back to join Dean, Sam sat down heavily with a sigh.
"That stewardess Cynthia, she's dying isn't she?"Dean asked with a frown, turning his head towards the pained screams that were tearing through the air.
"I"m not sure Dean."Sam answered, not really lying since it hadn't been said actually that she was.
"She is."Dean stated with conviction."Just listen, she's quit screaming."
"Maybe she just went to...Oh what the fuck, why bother lying, yes it sounds like she's dying, or already has."
"What did the doctor tell you Sam? That he didn't want me to hear?"
"Oh nothing, just for me to keep an eye on you in case you have a concussion."Sam replied, the half-lie sipping out easily.
"Any word on a rescue or anything?"
"No, net yet. It hasn't been that long though, so we shouldn't give up hope."
Dean snorted at this,"No one is coming Sam."he said, then clammed up, sot speaking for several hours.
That night after some of the survivors dug a shallow hole and placed the body of the flight attendant in it, they decided to make camp for the night.
Dean had been awake at least 7 hours, so when he dozed off Sam decided to let him take a short nap.
Looking at his peaceful expression, Sam reached out and clasped his hand tight once before lying down himself, saying in a whisper,"I love you bro, and I want let anything happen to you. I promise."
Then he settled down and went to sleep.
(the middle of the night)
No one heard any sounds from the people who were moving from within the trees until it was too late.
Hearing a snap close by his head, Dean shot up straight, looking around in the darkness, temporarily forgetting he was blind.
He heard several muffled screams, and the sounds of a scuffle taking place.
"Sam? What's going on?"he asked, reaching over to grab his arm.
"I don't know."Sam answered, not having much better luck than Dean was in the seeing department due to how back and starless the night was.
Almost as soon as it started it was over, and hearing screaming and loud yells of anger, Sam after helping Dean up went to join the survivors who were huddled around a large fire.
"What happened?"Sam asked.
"They, they took some of us."Angela replied as tears flowed down her face."They took some of us."
TBC
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