The LoA Author's note is a tradition now so here we go:

Lovely reviews again with many of you coming back after long absences! Oh and lots of you selflessly volunteered to wash Baby and even pinch his hot ass…wow, your dedication knows no bounds! Keep the reviews coming like sacrifices to the pagan goddess of gimp porn!

As I said to one reviewer, there are many reasons to write Supernatural Fanfic but there's only one reason to read it: to get hot n horny. I don't care if you like Sam, Dean or Cole there is just one formula for guaranteed ratings:

"If you gimp him they will cum." It's the E=MC2 of SPN FF
Simple mathematics.

I'm urging all my girls to do one thing: stop hiding in the corners! If you want to fancy blind Dean or wheelchair Sam (or vice versa), it's a normal fetish so embrace it and be proud because disabled men the world over will thank you for it! Oooh but make sure you pass on the belt trick if you do get lucky enough to mount one that isn't too terrified to pleasure you!!!

Ok, brace yourselves girlies and hold on to your panty hamsters cos off we go for a PURE Dean/Sam badass chapter as Baby becomes the baby we love and Dean dashes about playing doctor (who wants to play nurse?!) hee hee
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The sirens had woken up most of the hotel and finally Rita emerged from her room to see what all the commotion was about although she pretty much suspected that if the emergency services were there then they were there to collect a Winchester. She appeared like an apparition from an old Hollywood movie in a barely there fuscia negligee with a matching eye mask perched on her head.

"What happened?" She asked as she pushed past the crowd gathered in the doorway.

Sam screamed in pain as the paramedics rolled him onto the back board.

Brooke looked like she was about to vomit. "He's gonna be ok Rita, it's fine."

It didn't sound like it to the older woman as she turned to the people in the doorway. "You wanna buy fuckin' tickets, how about some popcorn to go with the show?" The rubber-neckers stared at her in shock. "Get the hell out of here!" She yelled at them suddenly. One man hung back and she almost lunged at him. "You think he's in pain? That's nothin' compared to what I can do to you with these!" She held up a hand full of acrylic nails and the man fled.

"Thanks." Brooke whispered as they all went back to their rooms.

"Where are the kids?"

"With Han, can you go tell them he's alright?"

"Course, you want me to call Dean?"

Brooke sighed. "I'll leave him in ignorant bliss a little while longer, there's nothing he can do 'til we get there."

"Christ, the poor bastard's gonna freak." Rita mumbled quietly as she went back outside.

The Paramedics were talking to Sam in a business like way as they strapped on the neck brace and fastened him in. "We're going to need a hand down the stairs, he's a big guy." One of them said quietly to Brooke. "We can call the fire department."

"Don't do that." She went out to the hall. "Send Han here."

Rita waved and Brooke went back inside. "There's a friend coming between us we'll manage." She took a deep breath and looked around her grabbing her boots throwing them on quickly along with one of Sam's jackets. The stretcher was still on the bed and she leaned over it for a minute holding Sam's hand. "Hang in there."

"Are the kids ok?"

Brooke shifted and pulled the jacket tighter as her breasts leaked a little. "Don't worry about them, they're fine." She smiled down at him brushing his hair back. "This is just a little bump in the road Sam."

"Yeah." He sighed unconvinced.

Han walked in ready to go and everything started to move. Brooke kissed Sam quickly. "I'm going to be with you the whole time, Dean too ok?"

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Sam wasn't exactly critical and the rain was still pouring so the ambulance took it easy on the roads as they made their way through the light Sunday traffic. It had taken almost twenty minutes just to get out of the hotel and Sam wasn't looking any more comfortable as the time passed.

"They'll give you something for the pain when we get there." The paramedic told him. "Not long now."

Brooke leaned forwards holding onto Sam's hand the whole time as she sat next to the man.

"Soon as we get there, I'll get Dean." She felt calm enough as they had been through so much together already but even she would feel better once Dean was there, he would be able to reassure Sam better than anyone could.

"He's gonna blame himself."

"If you got a paper cut we'd get a week of mea culpa's from him, you concentrate on yourself darling."

"Who's Dean?" The paramedic asked conversationally.

"His brother." Brooke replied. "His wife's in the hospital too."

"That's crappy luck. I hope it's nothing serious."

Brooke shrugged and decided to be economical with the truth. "She's having a baby."

He paused like the name rang a bell, "Wait a second, is he like yay tall with a brown leather jacket a beard and really sweet vintage wheels?"

Brooke raised her eyebrows, "Don't tell me you know him, he's been here less than twelve hours."

"That's long enough." Sam muttered.

"Shit. Hey Barry, ya know that guy from the hospital?"

"Yeah." The driver shouted back.

"This dude's his brother!"

"No way? That guy rocks!"

"You've lost me." Brooke said stroking Sam's hand.

"It's all over the news and the freakin' radio, the guy screwed over every married man in Anchorage."

Sam huffed and forgot everything else for a minute. "What did he do this time?"

"You don't know?" He whistled. "He turned up at the hospital last night in that great ride, starts playing the music from that movie…" he clicked his fingers trying to remember.

"Say Anything." Barry shouted.

"Yeah so there he is in the rain with that song blasting out, the whole place watching him."

"In your eyes, the light the heat…" Barry started to sing.

"And?" Brooke pushed.

"His wife comes to the window and he climbs up the outside of the building, three freakin' storeys in the rain and goes in the window." He sat back with his hands raised like it was the most amazing thing ever.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's Dean."

"They got the CCTV footage on the local news."

"You're kidding me?" Sam groaned.

"Got it off YouTube." Barry interjected.

"The women in town are going crazy…he put the pressure on all of us guys to do some romantic shit now. How long have they been together anyway?"

"Almost twenty years." Brooke answered.

He nearly choked. "Jesus that's even worse. Man, I better get some flowers on the way home."

"Dean knows how to raise the bar." She said.

Sam couldn't believe he was strapped up in the back of an ambulance and Dean still managed to steal his thunder. It was worth going through rehab again just to kick his ass. "Any chance of some focus here?"

"I'm with you babe." Brooke ignored the anger in his voice; she didn't care what mood he was in as long as he wasn't scared or despondent.

"We're here." The paramedic was suddenly all business again as the ambulance came to a standstill and he got up to open the doors.

They were soon walking through the ER Brooke still holding on as a doctor approached. The man stepped in front of her and her hand was wrenched from Sam's when he was wheeled into an exam room.

"You better stay here." A nurse said to her as she passed by.

"But he's my husband."

"And we'll take good care of him."

"Wait!" She said as the door closed. Brooke sighed and looked around her pulling Sam's jacket closer as she headed for the elevator.

When she got to the third floor she realized what a state she must look. Wearing biker boots, a milk-stained nightdress and a large army jacket might be ok in the ER but in obstetrics it made her stand out like a pregnant man. The staff knew who she was but still stared as she jogged to Bonnie's room and slipped through the door.

Dean was lying on the bed fast asleep with his wife curled up next to him like a hibernating dormouse. It was kind of cute and made her pause for a second not wanting to ruin it. Shaking the reluctance away she went to the bed and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Dean."

"Not yet." He sighed with his eyes still closed.

Leaning down Brooke whispered in his ear and his eyes opened suddenly. "What?!"

She nodded at the door. "Let's go."

Dean moved slowly off the bed not wanting to wake Bonnie but once he was on his feet he grabbed his boots and followed her out of the door hopping as he walked and put them on at the same time.

She went to the elevator but he shook his head. "Stairs." He said as he hit the fire exit and began to run down them two at a time pulling away from her each second so that she was panting to keep up. "What happened?"

"Nothing, he just woke up and…"

Dean hit the ground floor and burst through the door into the emergency room. "Where?" he asked as he turned back to Brooke.

She finally caught up to him. "To the right, exam one, they wouldn't let me in."

He chuckled humourlessly, "We'll see."

When they got to the room a nurse he recognized came back through the door. She was older which left him at a disadvantage immediately.

"You again?" She asked.

"Yeah, you feel lucky? That's my brother in there."

She stared at him like she didn't believe it. "The Doctor's examining him he'll come and speak to you as soon as he's done."

"I don't think so." Dean went to go past and she put a hand on his arm.

"You have to let them work."

"Lady, you've seen me in action, doors don't stop me when I wanna get in somewhere."

"Dean, that you?!" Sam's pained voice got through to him and that was all he needed as he gave the nurse a look grabbed her shoulders, lifted her off the ground and set her to one side before walking into the exam room.

"I'm here Sammy." Dean told him as he found a gap among the bodies and looked his brother up and down. "Man, I can't leave you alone for five minutes."

"Thank God, I think I'm gonna puke." He groaned.

"Turn him over!" Dean shouted. The doctor and nurses all moved at once to roll him and keep him stable as someone held a metal bowl for him to throw up into. Sam was facing in his brother's direction now and Dean rubbed a hand over his hair and kept his head steady as his abdominal muscles clenched noticeably and bile shot out of his mouth. "That's it…c'mon, get it all out."

Sam was still retching when Dean looked up. "Can't you see he's in agony?"

"Is he allergic to anything?"

"Apart from bein' in excruciating pain?" Dean replied quickly before calming himself. "No. Nothin'." As soon as Sam stopped heaving Dean wiped a thumb over his brother's mouth without thinking about it.

They went to roll him back making Sam wince. "Don't..."

Although Sam was wearing a neck brace Dean knew it was his back that needed to stay aligned so he held his brother's head and shoulders steady in his hands. "Woah…just leave him on his side. He can't lie on the injury site…that's what's making him puke. Jesus, have any of you even graduated yet?!"

"We know what we're doing, just let us do our jobs Sir." The young doctor said.

"I may not have a certificate to put on my wall but I know all there is to know about broken backs. If you wanna start giving me lessons on how to stabilize a lumbar fracture then be my guest but you'll be preaching to the converted. You jokers lay one goddamn hand on him and I'm going postal. Now get your act together and get a radiographer down here to find out what the fuck's gone wrong with his spine!"

There was a moment of deathly silence in the room before the pubescent doctor finally spoke up.

"Ok, we have to get the portable X-ray down here and find out what's going on."

"About freakin' time, someone give Doogie Hauser here a medical degree." Dean glared at them all keeping a hand on Sam's shoulder as he leaned down. "It's ok Sam, I got things under control."

"You should be with Bonnie." Sam managed to say through gritted teeth.

Dean looked into his brother's eyes with a smile. "What? You don't think there's enough Dean love to go around?"

No matter what Sam thought about his brother he was always amazing when you needed him to be. "God, I'm glad you're here."

"I'm not goin' anywhere, you hear me?"

Sam didn't get to answer as a Paramedic approached Dean. "I just wanna say, you may have ruined my sex life forever but that was pure class, ya know...the song."

"What?" Dean shrugged.

"Can I get an autograph, for my wife?"

Dean stared at the man as he held his brother's head in his hands. "Are you freakin' kidding me?"

"Maybe later?"

"Yeah, once my world stops collapsing down all around me then I'll be more than happy to pleasure your wife; it's not like I have anything better to do right?" Dean continued to glare.

The paramedic left the room with his balls in a sling and things began to calm down as the room finally emptied leaving them alone. Brooke came to join them and stood in Sam's line of sight. "And here was me thinking the washing was going to be the most exciting thing to happen today."

"Just another little drama, no big deal right Sam?"

"If you say so."

There was silence in the room once more as Dean struggled to think of something to say now that he no longer had the distraction of kicking the staff's asses. He didn't want to ask his brother how he felt, or even what he felt because it wouldn't help matters and Brooke had already told him he had no range of movement. They needed to keep his spirits up but with someone as introspective as Sam that would take nothing less than a shit load of narcotics.

Dean nodded at Brooke. "Pass me the mask."

She hesitated and unhooked a mask from a canister frowning at Dean.

"What is it?" Sam asked him when he placed the mask over his face.

"It's for the pain."

Giving Brooke the go ahead she turned the nozzle and Sam inhaled the nitrous oxide. "That's it dude, nothin' will seem so bad after a couple of hits of this."

"Are you sure about this?" She asked as Sam's eyelids drooped slightly and she turned off the stream of air.

Dean smirked. "I went to this club once in New York and they handed this stuff out like shots, best high ever."

"Don't ever become a doctor Dean." Brooke told him as he removed the mask and handed it back.

"He'll be fine, won't ya little brother?"

"Greeeeat."

"See?" He said with an affectionate smile. "I know what you need better than those cranks right?"

"Hmmmm."

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Brooke paced outside in the corridor whilst the X-rays were being taken and shifted uncomfortably as her breasts hardened painfully. She could imagine Lily getting pretty hungry right about now and itched to hold her.

Dean had stayed with his brother and was wearing a lead lined vest as they took the images.

"We'll get these processed quickly and have a surgeon come talk to you."

"What d'ya think is wrong?" Dean asked.

"I can't tell until the x-rays come back but as he hasn't lost total sensation, I would say something is causing pressure on the spinal column which can't be the slipped disk."

"But it's somethin' you can fix right?" Sam asked.

"Let me get these to the lab and I'll come back with a surgical consult as soon as possible."

A nurse offered Dean a stool and he gratefully sat down next to the bed as he removed the vest and handed it back. They had given Sam mild drugs for pain but couldn't give him anything that would interfere with a general anaesthetic should he need surgery.

He was lying on his back and feeling slightly better as he fiddled with the collar. "I hate these things."

"Dude, stop fidgeting, just relax."

Sam couldn't turn his head but he could still glare. "I'd like to see you relax."

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

Brooke came back in holding some type of contraption. "Can I sit down?"

Dean gave her the seat and she sat down quickly opening up her top.

"Ya know Sam, I love your wife…not many women would cheer a man up by whipping their boobs out in public."

She exhaled in relief as she attached the pump. "Get your mind out of the gutter Dean, I'm expressing milk."

"And I'm expressing my admiration for your udders."

"Dean, why don't you go and see Bonnie, she must be wondering where you are." Sam told the ceiling.

"Cos I want to wait for Doogie to come back."

"I'm a big boy now, you don't have to stay."

Dean picked up a random instrument and looked at it with a frown. "I know you are but I'll stay anyway."

Brooke smiled slyly, who were they kidding, they were attached at the hip at the best of times but if one of them was hurt then their bond was stronger than titanium.

The general feeling in the room was calm when a new doctor came in and they all tensed expectantly. Dean cast his sister in law a look as she removed the pump from her nipple issuing a large and sloppy popping sound. "Sorry." She grimaced self consciously as she readjusted her clothes leaving one side of her chest noticeably firmer than the other.

"I'm Dr Beaufort." He didn't bother with handshakes as he took the x-rays from a file and slapped them onto a light box on the wall switching it on. "Right let's see what we have here."

Dean liked his no-nonsense attitude straight off, they needed someone to come in and take over confidently.
Beaufort looked back at Sam knowing he couldn't see the images, walking over swiftly he released the casters on the bed wheels and turned it forcing Dean to jump out of the way. "Can you see that ok?" He stood like a weather man in front of the screen.

"Yeah, thank you." One of the things Sam hated above all about these experiences was when people spoke to his family about him like he wasn't in the room or even remotely involved in what was going on.

"Ok, what we have here is spinal compression caused by these." He pointed out the pins which stood out in bright white. "The slipped disc and the fall have caused them to shift resulting in this fracture and that's what interrupted the nerve signals getting to your legs."

"Can you fix it?" Dean was serious now and reached behind him to take Sam's hand.

Beaufort looked at the image again with a sigh thinking for a second. "The bone has grown over the pins, we can't remove them or the vertebrae will crumble entirely, the injury's too old."

"So…?" Dean's heart was pounding uncomfortably making him almost deaf to the mans' words as the blood pumped in his ears.

The doctor turned to Sam "Your spinal column hasn't been damaged and I can fix the disk, but the only thing we can do is to completely immobilize the injury until the bones knit back together releasing the pressure."

"How long will that take?" Sam hated the thought but at least it was positive news.

"Minimum twelve weeks."

"Three months?" He closed his eyes and groaned.

Dean ignored him. "He'll be ok after that though right, I mean, he'll walk again?"

"Like I said, there's no actual damage so there's no reason why not but everyone's different so time scales are useless. You're very lucky Sam, one wrong move and you could have severed your spinal cord completely."

It was Dean who grew nauseous now at the thought of everything they had been up to in the last few weeks oblivious to the threat. "God."

Brooke sighed in relief, she'd had a feeling that things would work out but to have them confirmed felt like winning the lottery. "I can get you back on your feet don't worry Sam. So, are we talking total bedrest?"

The doctor switched off the light and again addressed Sam. "At least a few weeks, I saw in the file you had a cast last time? Things have moved on a little since then, we can fit you with a brace which'll allow you to move around a lot more when you start to get some feeling back."

"So he can go home?" Dean asked shocked. He didn't know where home was but at least Sam wouldn't be stuck in an institution like Bonnie was.

"Twenty five years ago we would have had him in full traction but even so he'll still need a lot of care, it's a full time job."

"No problem, we can cover that." Brooke didn't hesitate.

"I've booked an OR so I'll take you up straight away."

"You'll be doing the operation?" Dean eyed the man narrowly.

"Yes."

"Hold out your hand."

"Dean!" Sam snapped.

Dr Beaufort smiled and held his hand out flat with the palm facing down. It was rock steady. "I can assure you my hands don't shake."

"Doesn't hurt to check though, right?"

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Sam had been prepped and they had assured him they would both be there when he woke up in a couple of hours but as he was wheeled away Dean and Brooke both felt deflated and drained.

Dean wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. "That was a close call."

She didn't know if he was offering or seeking comfort, she suspected it might be the latter, she was the maternal one after all. She rubbed his back soothingly "You were amazing back there Dean."

"I think I almost crapped my pants, that guy scares me so much sometimes, he has no idea."

"He knows." She pulled away and tugged at her clothes again.

"You better go feed that baby those things are like rocket launchers." He dug the keys from his jean pocket. "Here, take the Impala."

She smiled and took the keys. "Thanks, I'll bring a razor back for you."

"That bad?"

"You look like Bobby."

He laughed and tapped her on the ass. "Get lost, I'll see you in a little while."

He watched her walk down the corridor and got the same feelings he always did when she kicked ass; pride and admiration. Sam's wife was one in a million and Dean knew without a doubt that his brother would be ok.

As if remembering suddenly that he too had a wife he turned and ran from the fourth floor back down to the third, after just a few hours he was already familiar with the hospital layout and could have made his way around in the dark.

When he got to Bonnie's floor and walked past the nurses station someone called out. "Mr Winchester?"

He halted and turned seeing a nurse with a phone receiver pressed to her ample bosom. "Who's askin'? If it's the cops tell 'em I'm in Rio, if it's my mother in law tell her I'm dead."

The woman stared wide eyed at him. "It's Oprah."

"Leave the funny to me sweetheart, it doesn't suit you."

"No, I mean it. Well, it's not her but it's a researcher from her show."

"Did this reasearcher sound like a Chinese Judy Garland fan?"

"What?"

"Never mind give it here." Dean took the phone. "Winchester."

"Mr Winchester, my name's Stacey and I'm calling from Harpo Productions, Oprah saw the video of you on YouTube, said it was the most romantic thing she had ever seen. We'd like to talk to you about coming on the show."

"Who put you up to this? Wait. What video..." He wracked his brain. "…look it was years ago and she told me she was eighteen ok?"

There was a pause and Dean looked up at the TV on the wall and saw grainy footage on the screen of himself climbing up the outside of the building the night before. "Oh shit!" Why did this always happen to him?

"You're a real popular news story Mr Winchester."

He rubbed at his beard, realizing what an idiot he was. "Thanks for the offer but I'm busy that day." He hung up the phone and felt dizzy as he tried to get his thoughts together with all the women in the maternity ward staring at him like he was a piece of meat. He wondered if there was anyone wanting to kill him at the moment but he didn't think so and the government would be able to find him if they wanted to anyway.

There was little he could do about it now so he carried on to Bonnie's room pushing it to the back of his mind. When he walked in, he saw Rita there and smiled. "Well if it isn't my favourite mother-in-law!" He bent down to kiss her cheek.

"Cut the crap Dean." She said affectionately, she liked him despite the fact he was the most unpredictable and haphazard man she had ever met but they were rarely able to sit in the same room together for long. "How's Sam?"

There was a nurse with Bonnie and his wife looked up at him anxiously as he grabbed her hand and sat on the edge of the bed. "He's gonna be ok; he'll be off his feet for a while but they're really hopeful he'll make a full comeback."

"Thank God, when mom told me…"

"It was pretty scary and it's gonna be a juggling act but nothin' for you to worry about."

"Of course I worry, you're going to be torn in half and poor Sam...."

"Nah, it's fine, there's Brooke and your mom, between us we'll get through same as always." Dean tried hard not to think of the fact that Bonnie may not get to see Sam on his own two feet again and knew why she was so upset.

The nurse who had gone ignored until now suddenly produced a tube and went to put it up Bonnie's nose.

"Woah! What's that?"

"It's her feeding tube." Rita answered.

Dean stopped the nurse with a hand on her arm. "Up her nose?"

"It goes down her windpipe and into her stomach, it's painless." The nurse explained.

He grabbed the plastic tube unconvinced by what they were saying. "How do you fit a burger in here? C'mon honey, you always loved your food."

"Not any more."

"Not even soup?"

"Don't push her Dean." Rita warned.

"I'm not I just don't see how you can feed a woman and a baby anything good through this."

"It's the only way she'll get all the calories she needs." The nurse ganged up against him too.

Dean held the tube in his hand and looked at Bonnie. "Will you do it for me?" He shrugged. "If you feel sick or anythin' we'll do it their way."

"Ok."

"You don't have to Bonnie, he hasn't been here…he doesn't know what you've been through."

He turned to Rita. "Wow that must be a record; we went a whole four minutes without you bustin' my balls. I'm not goin' to upset anyone by getting into a row but I think I know my own wife and she could do with getting some real food."

"I'll come back later." The nurse said awkwardly. "I'll get some soup for you ok?"

"Thank you." Dean answered as she left.

"I need a cigarette." Rita got up grabbing her bag before making her own swift exit to simmer down.

"I'm sorry." He said when she was gone.

Bonnie shrugged. "I know you're just looking out for me. Are you sure Sam's ok?"

Dean nodded.

"What about you?"

He could tell her he felt like crying but doubted it would help either of them. He smiled suddenly. "Oprah called and said she thought I was the most romantic man in the world."

Bonnie chuckled "I love you, you make me laugh so much."

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When Brooke got back to the hotel she could hear Lily's cries from the stairs and her breasts throbbed at the sound. They had formula but Lily hated it and Brooke felt like an unfit mother as she knocked on the door and Dylan opened it.

Picking him up she held him close for a moment as he almost strangled the breath from her. "He's going to be ok." She said immediately.

He looked into her eyes and could tell she was being truthful.

Closing the door behind her she let him go and sat down with an exhausted sigh holding out her arms for the baby. Han had been pacing endlessly and gratefully handed Lily over. Brooke was unconcerned with anyone seeing her get her breasts out by now and she began to feed immediately. "Thank god." she muttered in relief.

"What did they say?" Han asked as he grabbed a seat.

"He's having some minor surgery and he won't be doing anything for a while but he'll pull through."

Dylan remained standing. "But he can't walk."

She looked at his expression. "Well, not right now…but he will."

"When?"

"They don't know everything Dyl."

"Will he be in a wheelchair?"

Brooke held out a hand and he reluctantly took it. "He might be for a while, we don't know but it's nothing to be scared of..." She had a flash of inspiration. "He's Collossus right, just think of it as his metal endoskeleton...he'll still be a superhero, right Han?"

"Sure. Your Dad's cool, even on wheels."

"But he won't be the same he won't be able to play with me…will you have to bath him and stuff?"

"I'll er, go for a little wander and leave you guys to it." Han said grabbing his jacket before taking off like his ass was on fire.

"Sit down next to me." Dylan did as he was told and Brooke put her arm around him. "No matter what happens your Dad worships you and he'll always be there for you so I don't want you to be worried about what he'll look like and the stuff he can't do because that'll hurt his feelings and you don't want that right?"

"No."

"You'll get used to it and then before you know it he'll be fine again."

"I guess."

"You know it's my job to help hurt people get better again? It might take a while but we have to stick together and be strong."

"I know that too."

"So, are we ok?"

"Yeah." He said in a small voice.

"If you have any questions you know you can ask but I don't want you to feel shy around him or scared."

"I just want to be prepared."

"This morning you were scared huh?" She kissed the top of his head.

"I couldn't stand the sound I didn't know who it was at first."

"What sound?"

"Dad screaming."

"When the paramedics came?"

Dylan shook his head. "Before that when we were all in bed together and he realized he couldn't move his legs, he was screaming in his head and it was horrible."

Brooke felt tears come to her eyes as she imagined Sam's horror on waking up like that and her son's at having to hear it. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry."

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