Word: Belly
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Minutes turned to hours as Sam waited. Nausea began to writhe in his belly, taking over for the butterflies that normally vacationed there. He couldn't handle seeing Dean in this predicament. It brought back too many memories of seeing him ripped to shreds by hell hounds.
Bobby worked on him, using needles, thread, antibodies, anesthetics, and whatever else was at hand to quell the pain and flow of blood. But for Sam it was more than he wanted to deal with. He just prayed that Dean would wake up and look at him. He hadn't opened his eyes once yet.