Title: Saving Me
Summary: Post Devil's Trap. The accident with the semi leaves Dean in a coma and with serious injuries. Sam struggles to deal with his brother's condition and state of mind, while a visit from a friend temporarily helps. However, the boys soon realise that they need their father more than they care to admit. Possible spoilers-season one.
Disclaimer: Own Supernatural...I wish. I'm only borrowing Dean, Sam, John, any other characters associated with the show that I haven't already mentioned...oh yeah and the car. I promise I will return them safe and sound once I'm done with them...if only i could keep Dean (sighs).Oh well, I only own what you don't recognise.
Note: I know the first chapter was short but i really wanted to just cut it off there.. i've made the second chapter longer :)
SAVING ME
Previously...
"I have an emergency – my brother, my dad and I we were involved in an accident…"
The operator asked questions and Sam rattled off details. By the time the call had ended Sam could hear distant sirens.
"Clear".
The electricity jolted through Dean's body causing it to jerk violently. The male paramedic glanced up at the monitor.
"Still flat line"
"DEAN" Sam shouted angrily. "This isn't funny anymore, joke's over now Dean. WAKE UP."
"Please sir step back we are trying to help him."
"DEAN" Sam could feel the heat and anger in him rising to the surface, threatening to spill over the sides. Dean was not going to die, not while Sam had anything to say about it. Dean would not do that, he would never leave me Sam convinced himself. I need him to wake up, he can't die believing what the demon said at the cabin was true. He can't die, period.
"Charging"
"Clear"
"Flat line"
"You son of a bitch. DEAN please…wake up. Do it for me Dean. I need you to wake up. I'm doing The Face Dean, you know, puppy dog eyes, pouty lips, everything; you can never deny The Face." Sam managed to pull 'The Face' as best as he could, regardless of whether Dean could see him doing it or not.
"DEAN. GODDAMN IT DEAN IT'S NOT FUNNY. WAKE UP. "
"Charging"
"Clear"
"Flat line"
Sam stood there dumbfounded, looking down at his older brother; the tears streamed down his face as he watched the paramedics desperately try to save Dean's life. But it wasn't working; they had tried to revive him several times already. The thought of losing Dean – his brother, protector, substitute 'mother' and friend was overwhelming and a sob escaped Sam's throat taking control of his entire body.
"Dean…please…I need you…I need you to wake up man…please….please wake up…for me."
"Charging"
"Clear"
"Flatline"
Sam lowered his head. The two paramedics who were working on Dean looked at each other.
"Sir-" Sam looked up and at the female paramedic. Her eyes were wide and sympathetic. Sam suddenly felt his fear and sorrow overthrown by anger.
"Don't you dare stop."
The paramedics looked at each other.
"What the hell are you doing? KEEP GODDAMN TRYING." Sam shouted. He felt the rage radiating off himself, it was like a red haze clouding his ability to think or act properly. The paramedics looked frightened after his sudden attack, and they tried to revive Dean once more.
"I don't believe it" the paramedic looked across at his partner. "We have a heartbeat!"
The man's comment caught Sam's attention. He looked over at the monitor and then at Dean and smiled, shock and relief flooded his body.
"Thankyou" Sam whispered.
"Alright we need to get this young man to the hospital right away"
Sam sat in the waiting room chewing his nail, anxiously awaiting the news. Dean had died again in the ambulance ride to the hospital. The paramedics managed to revive him and once the doctors had him stabilised they whisked him off to the operating theatre without giving Sam a chance to say goodbye. A nurse old enough to be his mother, had been ordered to attend to Sam, checking his vitals and repairing his wrist which had been broken upon the impact with the semi. She had insisted that he stayed in the E.R to be monitored since he had received a concussion in the accident, but instead he had brushed her off annoyed, and demanded to know where his brother was and how he was doing.
Suddenly, a young female doctor came out through the double doors and he looked up expectantly. But she wasn't here to see him. A young male doctor followed her. Their conversation was hushed but every so often the female raised her voice angrily and the male doctor desperately tried to calm her down.
"He is in there on the table dying. Let me operate Jack."
"No. You understand why you can't. It's unethical."
"Screw unethical. It's his life we are talking about here."
"I know you're frustrated"
"Frustrated?...frustrated is an understatement."
"Please, the best doctors in this hospital are working on him. He is strong, like you, he will make it through."
The girl took in a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. But you update me understand? And if he dies I'm holding your ass responsible."
The young man nodded his head and disappeared through the double doors.
"Excuse me?"
The young female doctor turned to face Sam. Her pretty features looked exhausted but she tried to smile anyway.
"Um..I was just wondering if you knew anything about my brother. He was taken into surgery hours ago."
"Dean."
"Yeah…"
"Surgery finished about 10 minutes ago." Sam's face must have been one of anxiousness because she quickly added,
"Its okay your brother's surgery was successful, I was one of the doctors who operated. Dr. Peters should be down to speak with you soon, he's the expert on your brother's condition.
"Thanks Doctor…" his eyes travelled to her name badge, "Waters".
She smiled "That's alright Sam". She turned to go, slamming the double doors closed behind her.
"I'm sorry Mr. Stevens…."
Sam looked up frightened.
"to have kept you waiting"
Sam relaxed his grip on the chair.
"I'm Dr. Peters. I was up in ICU helping the nurses set Dean up."
Dr. Peters looked to be in his early fifties, with his hair grey and thinning in places, his bifocals sat on the end of his nose.
"Now about your brother. I won't lie to you he is in a critical condition. He has several broken ribs on his left side one of which punctured his lung so we had to repair that and since he wasn't responding we put him on a ventilator to help him breathe. I understand his heart stopped before he was brought into the hospital, and the paramedics said he would have been out for about 6 minutes. Taking that into account and the serious head injury he received, there is a possibility that he has brain damage. We won't know much more until we run a MRI."
The doctor contemplated mentioning the obscure chest injuries but thought better of asking questions at a time like this. The kid was obviously very distressed over his brother's condition. So instead he decided to say,
"He also lost a lot of blood. The nurses are organizing blood transfusions for him as we speak."
"Can I see him?"
"Yes but he is in a coma he may not awake up for a couple of hours or days, even weeks. Depends on the extent of his head injury."
Sam couldn't think of anything to say,
"Okay." He turned to go.
"Mr. Stevens just be warned, your brother's appearance may shock you, but he is a strong young man to have made it this far with his injuries. Most people wouldn't have survived the ambulance ride let alone surgery. It will be a long road, but I believe he will make it through this."
Sam swallowed the growing lump in his throat and nodded, he better make it through this.
"Hey Dean", Sam had been standing there for five whole minutes, his brain registering the situation before he finally spoke.
"I'll leave you alone". The doctor gave Sam a sympathetic face and left. Sam pulled the chair closer to Dean's bed. He couldn't believe that the fragile, lifeless figure lying in the hospital bed was his brother. Dean had always been the strong one, the protector of the family, now he just looked vulnerable. Sam noticed the tubes protruding from practically every possible part of his brother's body and the expensive looking machines that surrounded him.
"Looks like you're gonna be here awhile Dean. Good thing the Stevens' have fantastic private health insurance." Sam said, desperately trying to half-smile and lighten the tense atmosphere.
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