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Chapter 5
Sydney noticed the constant commotion in front of Sam's door as she carried extra bed sheets into another patient's room. She watched as Dean became hysterical and yell at everyone who told him to calm down, shrugging off the grips off the male nurses. When she saw the red emergency light flashing above Sam's door, she immediately rushed down the hall, placing her hands on Dean's shoulders trying to calm him as the doctors rushed the electrode paddles into Sam's room. She had trouble trying to control his flailing movements.
"Dean its alright. The doctors are in there right now."
"No! Don't touch me, Sam's going to die and its all my fault!"
"Dean it's not your fault, Sam's going to be fine so try and calm down."
Dr. Reye let the nurses place on his mask and stretch the gloves over his hands. " Start the timer."
He said as he quickly cut open a slit in the chest part of Sam's light blue gown.
"Time starting….now." A nurse called out.
"Charge the paddles."
The assistant doctor turned the charger on high and handed the electrodes to Dr. Reye as Sam's heart monitors continued to whoosh with beeps.
"Clear!"
He pressed down on Sam's chest, letting the waves of electricity surge through his limp body. The monitor made a slight spike in the line but returned to a flat line.
"Again, clear!"
Another crease was made in the line but it returned flat once again.
Dean watched in horror through the glass window, tears streaming down his face as they shocked Sam's over and over. "Damn it Sam you fight, you fight it Sammy!" He pressed his hand up against the window, as if he was trying to reach out and touch Sam.
"Flat line for 3 minutes."
"C'mon Sam don't quit on me." Dr. Reye said with frustration. "Clear!"
The last shock made small, continuous waves on the heart monitor. Sam's chest started to slowly rise and fall as Dr. Reye set the paddles back on the small cart.
"Thank God…he's back, what was the time?" Dr. Reye asked.
"Flat line for 4 and ½ minutes Dr. Reye."
"I need those chest x-rays and tests of his heart right away. If this kid goes into arrest again, I don't think we'll be able to get him back."
Dr. Reye walked out into the hallway to meet a very distraught Dean Winchester. " How is he? is he okay?" Dean's eyes were pleading with the doctor's.
"Relax Dean, he's fine. He went flat line for 4 and ½ minutes, and he has seemed to slip into a coma, a complication from the arrest."
Dean's knees buckled under his weight and he sank to the floor with his head in his hands. Sydney sank to the floor with him and gently rubbed his back. He looked up at the doctor. "What's wrong with him? I mean why did he..?"
A nurse came from behind them. "Sorry to interrupt. Dr. Reye, here are the x-rays you ordered." She handed him the large white packet with the name Sam Winchester printed in large black letters across the top.
"Dean, I will talk to you about it in my office if you would follow me."
Sydney help Den rise to his feet. He started after Dr. Reye when he stopped at Sam's door.
"Go ahead Dean. I'll stay with Sam until you get back." Sydney offered.
Dean nodded a he trailed the doctor into his office. Dr. Reye lit up a large screen in the corner of the room, pinning up the opaque x-rays.
"This is an x-ray of what a normal 23 year old's heart should look like." He then pinned up an additional image. " And this is what Sam's heart looks like, as you can see Sam's heart is three times the size compared to the one on the left."
"So what are you saying? He needs a new heart?"
"Yes. But there is a problem. Sam has a pretty rare blood type, AB+. I could put him on a donor list."
"Well put him on the damn list. What's the problem?' Dean said, throwing his hands up in question.
"Well it's not that simple. First we have to find a donor with the same blood type. Then we have to measure the size and mass of the heart to make sure it will fit in Sam's chest cavity. We also have to make sure its healthy. Sam's an adult, and the administration usually puts children with heart conditions on the list first. Getting Sam a new heart could take days….even weeks.
"Weeks! We don't have that much time, Sam isn't going to last that long." Dean screamed.
"Believe me Dean I know that. I'll do everything in my power to make sure his name goes to the top of the list."
Dean scrubbed his hands over his weary face. He looked at the doctor and then squinted his eyes in thought. What he was going to say next, he couldn't be more sure of anything in the world.
"What about me?'
"What about you Mr. Winchester?" Dr. Reye faced scrunched up with confusion.
"I'm his brother, so we have the same blood type. He…he can have my heart."
"Dean wait a minute, think about what your saying."
"What's there to think about? We have the same blood type, and we're only four years apart in age so my heart will fit."
"There's more too it than that. Look at you, you look like you haven't eaten or slept in days. You don't know how healthy your heart is, and what your talking about is suicide."
"So your telling me that if I dropped over dead right now, you wouldn't replace Sam's heart with mine?"
"No but, look there's nothing left to discuss, I won't do it Dean. I just sent out a fax to every hospital in the area, and if we don't have a heart by tomorrow afternoon…"
"Just tell me you'll consider it." Dean's eyes again pleaded with the doctor's.
Dr. Reye studied the hunter's tired features. "Your really serious about this aren't you?"
"Doc, I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life."
"Listen, go home and get a good night's rest. Come back tomorrow morning and I'll tell you what I'm going to do."
Dean gave a curt nod and walked out of the office. He was walking back to Sam's room when he heard a faint feminine voice as he inched closer to the door. He peered into the room, Sydney was sitting in the chair next to Sam's bed. Her head was down, one hand was placed over Sam's chest and the other holding a pink-beaded Rosary.
"In the name of the Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit. Amen." She said as she made the sign of the cross.
"Hey Syd." Dean strolled slowly into the room.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. " Hey Dean. I hope you don't mind I like to say a prayer over some of my patients. I don't mean to insult your religion what every it may be."
"No it's fine." Dean walked over and sat down on the air condition attached to the window sill. Sydney offered her seat but her action was paused by Dean's raised hand.
"No stay, sit."
"No I shouldn't, I've got other patients to attend too on this floor. But I did enjoy waiting with Sam while you were with Dr. Reye. I hope your talk went okay, better than the last one." She gave a smirk.
"Yeah, you heard that huh?"
"Maybe."
They both laughed in unison. Sydney glanced at Sam. " You gave us quite a scare young man."
Dean lowered his head and stared at the ground. " So he's in that coma you were talking about, a hy-hypo…" Dean struggled to remember the word.
"A Hypoxic coma. Unfortunately yes." She gathered her folder off of the small tray table. " You know if you talk to him, he can hear you. Most coma patients can hear things going on around them, even if they make no acknowledgment to them. You should stay for a little bit and talk to him before you leave."
"Alrght, see ya tomorrow Syd."
" Oh, no you won't. I'm actually off for a couple of days. I have to visit my grandmother in the Hospice a couple of miles from here. Nurse Gail with be Sam's nurse while I'm gone. I hope….I know Sam is going to be ready to get out of here when I get back." She smiled.
"Well thanks for everything." Dean said. It surprised her when he pulled her into a hug.
"All in a day's work. See ya." She walked out, shutting the door behind her.
I guess that's the last time I'll be seeing her.
Dean sat down in the chair next to Sam's bed. His heart monitor number was currently at 41 still. Dean was happy that it hadn't dropped when Sam went into cardiac arrest.
"Hey Sammy, you scared the hell out of me earlier. Anyways, they said you need a new heart, cause your other one isn't working so well for you anymore. We're going to get you a new on soon buddy. Just hang in there"
I swear Sam, even if I have to kill myself…..your going to live.
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