AN:: Do you all hate me? I'm soooo soooo soooo sorry. I know this isn't the 10 pages promised but er… stuff happened that prevented me from having any time to write anything, or even read anything!! I'm going threw withdrawal… I got back from china, it was great, and a new trimester started… AP US history has left me with enough time for a shower a day and 4-5 hours of sleep, if I'm lucky. I'm so sorry. I'm working on the next chapter please forgive me? I know its short but I had to fight three different people off with a stick for time on the computer. Happy Christmas everyone (and holidays) if I don't get another chapter up before Christmas, which I'm trying to do. Okay, on with the story, I'm soooo sorry…. Please don't hate me?
Chapter….
Sam's head pounded as his eyes finally drifted open. The only light in the room were the glows that the monitors made, the beep and click keeping a steady rhythm with his breathing. The pounding in his head worsened as his eyes scanned the room slowly. He was alone. Where was his father? Where was Dean? At the thought of his brother a shiver of fear pierced his heart making his entire body jerk. Slicing pain coursed through his body, a whimper escaped his lips as he tried to gain control of his body. It jerked and shuddered in pain, creating more and more of it driving the young hunter to the edge of passing out when the lights in the room were switched on and a woman and a man came running in. The woman reached him first and tried to soothe him. Sam wasn't calming down as he tried to hide away from the blinding lights and the hands that were touching him trying to calm him down. A scream ripped from his lips as pain coursed through his entire body and then suddenly Sam's body went deathly still as his eyes rolled back into his head and his mind went black into the peaceful bliss of unconsciousness.
"What's going on?" The eldest Winchester questioned coming to a screeching halt in front of the door. He had heard Sam's scream from the elevator and came running, an air of panic built around him when he heard silence come from his sons hospital room.
The woman nurse, a brunette with a slender build turned away from him placing a syringe in the dispenser upon the wall. "Mr. Winchester woke up and tried to move, creating waves of pain to erupt from his injuries. We had to sedate him to prevent him from further injuries. He will awake soon, this is not permanent." She tried to explain as the Doctor on duty checked Sam's stats writing things in Sam's chart.
John's shoulders dropped in momentary defeat; he had missed Sammy waking up. He should have been here to calm him down. He made the decision that he was not leaving this room again. "I.. thank you." He managed, fatigue setting in. It had been too long since he had slept in a bed. "Thank you." He said again walking farther into the room, slumping into his chair next to Sam's bed.
The nurse and doctor left the room soon there after. Not saying a word to him as he rested his head on his son's bedside, a quite humming coming from him. "Sammy… god Sammy you need to wake up again. You need to get better." John whispered gripping Sam's hand suddenly a fierce light burning deep with in his eyes. "Sammy you did it before you need to wake up. This can't go on Sam. You fight this Sam. You will wake up Sam!" John growled out in anger and pain. He let go of Sam's hand and gripped his own in his lap clenching his fists. What was he supposed to do? Dean was being held and interrogated, and Sam was… stuck in the hospital. "Marry…" John whispered letting his head fall to the side of the bed.
Sam's hand slowly and weakly reached out and lightly rested it against his fathers head, needing the comfort that his father was so plainly giving him. Both Winchesters for the first time in a very long while, slept fitfully, not knowing the pain that the following days would bring them.