A/N: You guys are seriously the bomb! Don't know what I've been doing to get such a good response but I hope I can keep it up. Thank you so much! Ok, I've taken some liberty with my artistic license in this one. I've been told that the results for HIV tests take around six months to get back. That wouldn't work for my story so in this it only takes the same time as like a normal blood test. Now on with the chapter...
Chapter Seven
Sam awoke slowly. His mind was groggy and he realized that he must have succumb to his exhaustion and fallen asleep. Raising a heavy hand Sam rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Truth be told he felt a lot better than he had the last time he had been awake. It must have something to do with the pain killers and fluids they were pumping him full of and the peaceful sleep he had had knowing that he was safe because his father was watching over him. Speaking of his father where was he?
Pulling himself into a sitting position on the bed Sam looked around his empty room. There was no light coming in through the window so it must have been night. How the hell long had he slept? And if he had been asleep this long then how much news about his brother had he missed? Wait, Dean!
The young hunter pulled his blanket off him and swung his legs over the bed. He had to get up and find out how Dean was doing. Why the hell had his father let him sleep so long? He was going to give his old man a few choice words for doing that. Just as Sam was about to push himself into a standing position the door to his room opened and in walked John Winchester, coffee in hand.
John's eyes widened at the sight of his youngest trying to get up, "Sam! Sit down before you hurt yourself." He ordered, "Now." He added when Sam hesitated.
"Dean?" Sam asked getting straight to the point.
"I just ran into the nurse. She said that Dean's doctor would be in soon to talk about his condition." John said taking up his seat next to Sam's bed again, "How you feeling?"
"Tired." Sam replied honestly.
"Me too." John said and scrubbed a hand hard over his face in an attempt to wake himself up more. John looked up at Sam. He looked better than he had when John had found them. He had been on the end of his tether with worry over his boys since he had received Missouri's call and the worry hadn't vacated since. He hoped that Dean's doctor would hurry the hell up and tell him how his son is. It had been hours since they had arrived at the hospital. Then again if they hadn't spoken to them yet then that had to be good. Well good in the sense that his oldest wasn't dead. He strongly doubted they would have kept them waiting that long if Dean was dead. So they had to have been working on him this long. Fixing the physical damage.
The psychological damage was going to be harder to fix. Of that John was sure. From what he had pieced together, seeing the room his boys had been held in and the actual condition of his boys themselves, John was sure that it was going to take some time to help his boys get over this. Time he didn't have. He was red hot on the trail of the demon when he had received Missouri's call. He had assured the psychic that his boys would find a way out of there and be fine but as soon as she had told him that if he didn't reach them soon, they would be dead, John had gotten into his truck and driven like a maniac to get to his boys.
John's thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door before a small black woman walked in. He presumed that she was Dean's doctor and stood to greet her.
"John Walker." He said as he shook her hand. The alias had been one of Dean's ideas. He remembered when Dean had made the ID's and handed him one with a shit eating grin and a 'There you go Johnny'. It hadn't been a jest at John's drinking but just a joke that his oldest had snickered over every time John had to introduce himself with that alias.
"I'm Dr Simmons. Please Mr Walker have a seat." She said, her face blank and not conveying anything no matter how hard Sam and John looked.
Reluctantly John took his seat next to Sam and looked up at the woman in front of him, "How's Dean?"
"He's stable." She paused and looked at the notes on her clipboard before she continued, "When you bought Dean in he was in shock. He had a collapsed and punctured lung which was why he wasn't breathing." She raised her hand at Sam for quiet so she could finish, "We have inserted a chest tube to expel the air from his pleurae space. That's the space between the lung and the chest wall."
John nodded in understanding having a good grasp on what she was telling him while Sam sat there still looking confused.
Dr Simmons continued on, "Dean's right shoulder was also dislocated, he has multiple broken fingers and ribs, burns to ten percent of his body, not to mention that he is covered in lacerations and bruising. He has a slight fever from a few infected lacerations but we have him on antibiotics and we're monitoring his fever closely." She consulted her clipboard again with what the two Winchesters knew to be Dean's chart and when she spoke again her voice had taken on a softer tone, "There were also some signs of other foul play. I'm afraid your son shows signs of being raped. We ran a kit, which came back negative for any STD's but the effects I'm worried about concerning this aren't physical. Physically he should make a full recover given his age and previous fitness level."
Sam stopped listening to the doctor. He didn't hear how they had to use surgery to repair the internal bleeding that his brother had sustained from the rape because his fury overtakes his normally rational brain. He had hoped that what he had awoken to see in that room was just a hallucination even though his gut told him other wise. The young hunter clenched his jaw shut so tightly it hurt, breathing through his nose in a futile attempt to keep his anger at bay. He wished that his father hadn't shot that sick bastard so he could go back there and beat the guy to death with his bare hands. How dare he do such a vile thing to his older brother?! Oh god Dean. His poor Dean! Sam swung his legs off the bed in an attempt to stand. He had to see his brother. He had to hold him against his chest and let him know that everything was going to be all right.
The young hunter perked up when he heard his father speaking to the doctor.
"Yes Dean was awake briefly but when had to knock him out again. He was in too much pain." She gave as way of an explanation.
"Did he say anything?" Sam asked her wishing that he had been with Dean when he had awoken.
"No he didn't say anything. But as I was telling your father it's possible that he may be suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It a very common thing for people who have been through things like Dean has to experience it. We will have to wait until he is awake and more lucid to properly asses his medical condition."
"Can we see him?" the young hunter asked.
"We're just having him moved into his own room now. You should be able to see him in around forty minutes but not for too long. He needs plenty of time to rest and recover." She said, gave them a small smile and left the room.
There was an uncomfortable silence between father and son until Sam finally broke the silence, "Oh my god, Dean." He said, tears making his eyes hurt. How could someone who was human do something so cruel to another person? It just wasn't right. And how could someone do that to Dean? Of all the people that it could have happened to, Dean deserved that the least. For god's sake Dean had spent his whole killing evil things and saving innocent people.
"I know." John sighed. His heart felt heavy in his chest. His poor boy. His baby boy. Because no mater how old his boys grew they would still always be his children. His children, the two most important people in his life.
A nurse came into Sam's room with his discharge papers around half an hour later. She said that he would be sore for awhile but should be pretty much healed up within the week even if he would have a limp for the next month or so. Sam took the papers and asked her how long it would be until he could see his brother.
Ten minutes later John and Sam were standing shoulder to shoulder out the front of Dean's room. Taking a big breath Sam pushed open the door and walked in.
Ok, maybe not some of my better work but you will get to see Dean and find out how the boys ended up in that guys house in the next chapter ;) Until then please let me know what you thought of this chapter :)
Mishka xXx