Chapter 2
The next morning Sam woke up to his father's insistent knocking.
"Sam, get up its 5 o'clock already, and we have to get moving."
The old springs in his mattress creaked as he moved to get up, signaling to his dad that he was awake. He then heard the footsteps move away, and start pounding on Dean's old bedroom door next to his.
He could clearly see that it was five in the morning due to the darkness outside. Who in their right mind would ever wake up this early? He groaned to himself, and sunk back down into his bed. Last night this had seemed like so much fun, but this morning, it was pure torture.
After his mom had come home last night, they had explained what they were going to do, and Mary had agreed to it full heartedly. After that his dad had quickly planned out the details of the trip, explaining it to him and Dean. Apparently they were going to a nearby wildlife reserve, that a lot of the local campers went, and they were going to stay there for five days. His dad had checked the weather reports, which had called for beautiful weather, but Sam doubted that. He could see the dark clouds now against the early morning light, and he could smell the rain.
He could hear shuffling in the other room, and a bunch of profanities, and then the footsteps came back to his door, and the knocking continued.
"I'm up, I'm up!" responded Sam, desperate for the loud noise to stop.
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The weather man couldn't have been more wrong. They had been out in the wilderness for two days now, and the rain had yet to stop and to make matters worse, Sam now felt like crap. The rain had made everything either wet or damp, and there was a constant chill in his bones, that he just couldn't seem to chase away.
Dean had never had an interest in camping, and had been complaining non-stop to his dad, which had given Sam an incredibly bad headache. His dad insisted that they stay, that it wasn't that bad, and that 'they had to g back to their roots, and be real me ya right, it just down right sucked, and they were now all huddled in the small tent because of the rain.
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The rain had finally stopped, and the sun was even attempting to shine now. His father had insisted that he and his brother go for a hike, while he tried to find some wood for a fire.
Now that the depressing rain was gone, Sam couldn't help but marvel at the sights before him. The forest was so green, and so beautiful. He could hear the different bird calls, and had started to name them but that had warranted a hit to the back of the head from Dean.
"Hey little dude, what's new in your life? We haven't had much time to talk lately."
"First off, I'm taller than you now, so I'm no longer 'little dude' and nothing really. I'm on the school soccer team this year, but we pretty much suck."
"That sounds great… well actually it makes you sound like a huge dork, I was just trying to be nice there, and there I no way your taller than me, that's just unnatural."
"Well it's true, because mom just measured me and I'm 6"3'!" Sam proclaimed proudly
"No way, it's just not possible. As soon as we get home we'll see who's taller."
Sam suddenly felt his body jerk and then twist as he fell into a deep mud hole that had been covered up by a mess of roots and leaves. He heard his knee pop, and something snap. Fiery pain shot up his leg and throughout his whole body, and he couldn't help but scream out in pain.
Through watery eyes, he saw his brother cautiously move towards him, being careful of any other holes so that he to would not fall down.
He was ashamed that he was crying. He was seventeen for goodness sakes, he was practically a grown man, and real men never cried. He felt his brother's hands gently grab hold of his face, and lift it up so that they were face to face. Dean didn't say anything, he didn't need to he could tell what Dean was thinking by the look in his eyes. He could see that Dean was worried.
Dean had never been good with his words, especially when it came to sentimental moments, so over the years they had practically learned to read each others minds. They could tell by just looking in each others eyes what the other was thinking.
He felt his head drop back down, and felt two hands moving around him, clearing the debris that was around his knee. Two hands grabbed him underneath his arm pits, and yank him up. It hurt like hell, and he once again cried out in pain. He heard his brother say sorry a couple of times under his breath, and then he continued to pull until a pop could be heard as the mud released his leg.
He could tell that Dean was slightly winded from the effort, and once he was free from the mud's hold, Dean dragged him to somewhat dry and safer land, and placed him against a large tree. On his way down, he had snagged his jeans on a root, and now the jean that had been covering his left leg had been ripped apart, revealing the mangled mess of his leg. He could now see the damage to his leg. His ankle seemed to be twice its normal size, as was his knee, and his foot was turned in the wrong direction. To add to the mess, mud and blood cake his entire leg. The sight before him made him feel sick to his stomach.
Dean, apparently having caught his breath, somewhat forcefully lifted him, and placed him so that Sam could put all of his weight on him.
During their hike, they had thankfully not wandered to far way from their camp, so even though the trek back was torture, it was short lived.
Sam felt exhausted, and his leg hurt like a bitch. The pain was less than it had been at first, instead of moments of intense pain, and then momentary bliss, there was now a constant ache in his leg. As soon as they had reached the camp, Dean had started yelling for their dad.
The loud noise had startled Sam, and he looked up to see his dad running at them, and yelling back to Dean, but his body was to tired now to register what they were saying, so instead he dipped his head, and closed his eyes.
When he woke up, he was in the back of the impala, facing sideways so that his bad leg was resting on the seat. Slightly confused to how he had gotten there, he started looking for his dad and brother, only to be met with two worried eyes looking back at him in the rear – view mirror.
"Hey buddy, how are you doing back there?" his dad asked worriedly.
Sam was still tired, and was now confused; he didn't really remember hurting his leg.
"What happened?"
This time it was his brother that responded. "You don't remember? We were walking in the woods and you fell, messed up your leg really badly, then we walked back to our camp, I yelled for dad, and then we packed up, and headed out…"
John cut off his oldest and said: "Sam, why don't you go back to sleep, you look pretty tired back there. I called your mother, and she'll meet us at the hospital, okay?"
"Humm?..." Sam after two days in the dreary wilderness without much sleep, and now with his leg, Sam was to tired and sore to think clearly, so he once again closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.
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This time he woke up to white, a lot of white. He assumed that he was now in the hospital. Upon further inspection he could see that he was in the emergency room, in one of those beds that are only separated from everyone else by a thin curtain. He still felt wet and he saw that he was still in the same clothes that he had been in before.
As he lifted his head he was assaulted by a number of faces. The first one he recognized was that of his mother, and then he made out his father's and his brother's faces. They were all asking him how he was feeling, and then he heard his dad say that he was going to go find the doctor.
Sam managed to get himself into a sitting position, and he once again was able to get a good look at his leg. The only difference this time was that there was no more blood, or mud, and the leg was now splinted.
His brother had left to go get coffee, and he was now left with his mother.
"Oh honey, I knew this idea was a bad one. Camping is so dangerous, and ever since the rain started I've been so worried about you three. The things your father thinks up…"
His mom was really being a mother hen. He felt her fluffing his pillows, and wiping his hair out of is eyes. He had never seen her like this before, except for the time that Dean had gotten appendicitis. Her demeanor was usually more sarcastic and easy going like Dean's but when it came to one of them being sick of injured, she was a totally different person.
Before his mom could continue, Dean walked in with a newly found cup of coffee. "Mom, stop before you suffocate the poor kid. He just broke his ankle, it's not like he's dieing or anything…"
"I'm allowed to be a mother aren't I, I'm just worried!"
"…anyways, dad found the doctor, and he's going to put the cast on so we can get out of here."
Sam decided to tune their banter out. He heard new voices come into the conversation, but choose to ignore those to and close his eyes.
See I told you there was limp, but don't think this is the only limp. I love to torture Sam, and there is a lot of limp to come! Read and Review