Molly:

I'm just doing what I always do. I attach tubes with fresh blood to the patients that need it. I'm cleaning up rooms and refreshing blankets that people have peed on. Sometimes I talk to a few people that are awake and I bring around some drinks.

I'm just doing my morning round with a tray of cold drinks when I hear a scream on the hallway. The scream gets followed by a voice who's yelling.

I know everyone is working hard in the morning so this is my call.

I drop the tray on the ground and run towards the room where the noise came from. Dean is standing in the hallway and he is waving his hands in the air while yelling for help.

I run as fast as possible and ask what's happened.

"Sam, he… he's screaming things again," Dean says while I hurry inside.

Sam's blanket is a lot darker and wet. There's sweat on his forehead.

"Dean, can you look for a towel in that drawer?"

Dean starts looking in the drawer while I'm pulling the blanket off of Sam.

"Got one!"

I hear Dean say.

"All right, make it wet under cold water," I say and not a second later Dean hands over the wet towel. I throw Sam's upper part of his body over my shoulder and push the towel onto Sam's neck. Sam is very hot and I don't mean that in a sexy way. He's burning up and sweat streems over his forehead.

"Dean, go to the counter and yell for a doctor. I can't do this on my own."

I hear Dean run into the hallways and I also hear the heart monitor is freaking out.

"Hold on, Sam," I say while I'm looking for another towel.

I wet a few other towels and spread them over Sam's body.

Dean comes running inside and a doctor is with him. The heart monitor makes one sound only now, which means Sam's heart stopped again.

"Shit!"

I whisper, yell.

The doctor runs out the room again and comes back with a defibrillator. He makes sure that they do their work and I stop breathing heavily when his heart starts beating again.

I can't let anyone die on my watch and I really can't let Sam just die. Dean is so caring for him and I have the feeling that Sam's the only one that Dean has to care for and who cares about him. But I could also be totally wrong.

When I look for Dean he's just standing there. In the door opening. He looks terrified and also broken on the inside.

When Sam's all right again I walk up to him.

"Dean, look your brother, he's just…"

"…already dead? Gone? Was that what you wanted to say?"

I shake my head.

"No, your brother is just hurt. He's scared too, you know?" I pat Dean on his back. "We don't see this a lot, but I promise we can fix your brother. Really," I say and I don't even know if I say this to calm Dean down or myself, but if I'm trying to calm down myself it isn't working.

I know Sam is special, but that won't help him.

Dean is right.

Sam's probably gone already.