Okay it's official, I hate this chapter and I hate my computer… But I love all you guys! I wasn't going to post this chapter, but since I couldn't think of anything else, I knew you guys would be mad if I didn't update soon… Then when I went to post, my computer wouldn't let me, which of course led to me screaming and hitting it, and then salting and burning it… But wouldn't yah know, it still came back to working order…
GRRR!
Anyway, onto chapter 3... (Which I have been trying to post for two days…)
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John and Dean Winchester walked into the South Dakota hospital on a mission. Their youngest family member was hurt, and they needed to be with him and see what they could do to help.
Walking up to the desk, both Winchesters were met with gawking stares, which were dutifully ignored. "Can you page Dr. Ryan, please?" John asked, his voice sickeningly sweet as the receptionist scrambled to fulfill his request.
"Right away sir." Her own answer was straightforward and full of adoration as she drank in the site of the two tall, dark and handsome men.
"Doctor Ryan to switch board. Dr. Ryan to switch board."
The call rang out through the building and John nodded in satisfaction, walking over and taking a seat in the waiting area. His nerves were shot, and after driving eighteen hours straight, he was tired and cranky. All he wanted was to see his son, to make aure he was alright, or that he was at least going to make it.
Apologize.
The word had been ringing through his head for weeks, but since Dean had told him about the phone call, the word had been a constant voice nagging inside of him. He felt guilty about all the things he had said, all the things he had done... Geez, he felt guilty about Sammy in general. The kid had done an awesome job with his studies and getting into Stanford on a full scholarship, but had he told him that?
No, he was an arrogant ass who only thought about himself.
John put his head in his hands and sighed; it was going to be a long day.
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Dean paced the length of the waiting room. He had been over every step many times, but every thudding step he took seemed to pull at him. Nothing made the aching hole in his heart go away. The burning in his chest seemed to intensify with every passing second, and Dean felt like he couldn't breathe.
Sammy was hurt. He was lying all alone in a hospital, had been for over a week. When he had been in the accident, he had thought no one had cared about him. The last thing his family had told him to do was to get out, and the fact that Dean hadn't done or said anything to his brother to tell him how proud he was, or how much he loved him; gnawed at Dean.
A graying doctor walked into the room, and over to the desk. He talked with the over animated receptionist, who pointed at Dean and John and the man nodded. He turned from the woman and walked over to the two Winchesters, giving them both tentative smiles.
"Are you family of Samuel Winchester?" The man asked, his voice gentle and soothing in the midst of the fear and worry that seemed to roll of Dean and John.
"I'm Dean, his brother, and he's Sam's father," Dean said, indicating to John with the wave of a thumb.
"I'm Geoff Ryan. I've been working on Sam's case since he was brought in, and I've got to say that I'm glad I finally got a hold of you yesterday." Dean and John nodded, both of them also glad that Ryan had reached them.
"Is Sammy okay?" Dean asked, not wanting to seem to persistent, but at the same time, he was Sam's big brother, and it was his responsibility to make sure Sammy was okay. He had always been the one to help Sam, to protect him, to make him feel better when he was sick or hurt, and this time was no different.
"Well, Samuel is still in the ICU." Geoff told them, not really knowing how to soften the blow. "He took a major hit to his head, and suffered a subdural hematoma, in addition to a severe concussion." Dean stumbled back and fell into a chair, not knowing how to take the news. Seeing the move of the younger man in front of him, Geoff sighed, knowing it was hitting the man hard, but continued all the same.
"When the truck hit the car Sam was in, the glass shattered, and combined with the way Sam's head jerked, a large piece of the broken glass was lodged into the upper part of Sam's neck. the blood lose from the wound was extensive, and when he was brought in, his heart wasn't beating, it hadn't been for a little over five minutes. After he arrived, it took us a little of seven minutes to get it started again, meaning that Sam's heart hadn't been beating for a little over twelve minutes." Geoff told the Winchesters softly, and the reaction was instantaneous. Dean gasped and paled, while sinking farther into the chair; and John seemed to sway on his feet, and almost crumpled to the floor, his hand shooting out at the last second to grab the door in a white-knuckled grip.
"But that means- I mean was there any brain damage?" John asked, his voice as shaky as his legs.
"Telling damage to the brain is a hard thing to do. WE really won't know what kind of damage was done to his brain until Sam wakes up." The diction of the words was soft, but their effect was anything but, and Geoff could see that each new problem he listed added a new weight to both men, wiping away any thoughts that Sam was just going to get better.
"His last serious injury was a break to his femur in two places. We had to surgically pin the bone back together, and Sam has a cast on his leg, that will have to be there for ten to twelve weeks. Other than that there were cuts and bruises, nothing more than a few stitches and some bandages didn't help." Geoff finished with a smile.
Dean nodded, and stood. "Can we see him?"
"Right now Sam's gone for CAT scan, but after he's brought back you will be able to sit with him for the ten minutes an hour that's allowed." Geoff said. "I'll get a nurse to show you to his room, I've got to go see another patient." Dean and John nodded.
"Thank you so much for saving my brother." Dean said, as John mimicked the statement with the thanks for saving his youngest son.
"It's not a problem, I just hope he gets better with time." Geoff said with a nod, and walked away.
Dean nodded to himself. 'God Sammy, why does it always have to be you?'
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A/N: Crappy wasn't it? Anyway have a great Independence Day yah'all, and don't get too drunk, if you do, stay inside and don't hurt yourselves…
Take care and review often!
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