Thank You guys so much for the feedback... I felt so... giddy for more Sammy angst thanks to you guys! But really, I would like to give my personal thanks to all of you that reviewed, it really does make my day to look at my stats window and see so many reviews there...
You know what I was even happier about??? There is a new episode of Supernatural for my birthday! I love the CW, Sammy and Dean! Hopefully it will be chucked full of Sammy angst!
But anyway onto the story...
Dana was securing Sam to a stretcher, and felt her throat go dry as Sam's breathing stopped. She reached her hand up to his throat and felt for a pulse, gasping when she felt none.
"I need help here, now! He's not breathing, and I can't find a pulse!" Dana tilted Sam's head back, and placed a translucent blue oxygen mask and bag over Sam's nose and mouth, while another paramedic, readied to start compressions.
One... Two... Three... Squeeze!
"C'mon son, breathe!" Dana chanted as she and the other medic continued CPR on the young man laying unconscious and not breathing before her.
After a few minutes they found a pulse, but Sam still wasn't breathing. Checking, Dana found no gag reflex, and she and the other medic prepared to intubate the young man before them. They moved the stretcher with him on it into the back of the ambulance, where they had the equipment to properly get him on the ventilator.
Dana threaded the tube down Sam's throat, and the medic beside her attached the tube to the ventilator. After the machine was turned on, the click and whoosh sounded through the ambulance, as Sam's chest rose mechanically.
Dana attached a blood pressure cuff, while the other medic started an IV. Sam's BP was low, and Dana cut off his shirt, to try and see where Sam was bleeding. Wicked looking bruising lined Sam's abdomen and side, and even without the help of machines, Dana could tell the man in front of her had massive internal bleeding.
Not wanting to cause any further damage, without knowing just where Sam was bleeding from, Dana didn't feel for broken bones. She attached heart monitors to his chest, and moved to get a look at his eyes, to gauge the severity of his concussion, knowing without looking, just from the blood, and the bruises on his face and neck that Sam had a concussion.
Sam's pupils were sluggish, and way too dilated, for her liking, and she knew that with the amount of head trauma Sam sustained, he could easily slip into a coma.
Five minutes later they pulled into the hospital's back drive, and Dana and the other medic prepared to move Sam to the ER. The ambulance stopped, and the doors opened, doctors and nurses at the ready to help in any way they could.
As Dana and the other medic unloaded Sam, with the help of the others, Dana immediately started spouting information. "Male, early to mid twenties, sustained massive head trauma, has severe internal bleeding, and a multiply fracture to his shin. Has been unresponsive since we arrived, and he stopped breathing at the scene. We managed to get a pulse back, but we couldn't get him to breathe on his own."
The doctor nodded at her, and told her and the other medic that they could take it from there, allowing Dana and the other medic to take a breather. Dana watched as Sam was wheeled away, feeling an odd pang of regret at what had happened to him. In her ten years of being a paramedic, she had seen a lot of things, but for someone so young to be hurt that badly, it always broke her heart.
John woke to find himself staring at a blank white ceiling, knowing immediately he was in a hospital. When he remembered what had happened to put him in the hospital, John immediately tried to get out of bed to find his boys. He had almost made it when a nurse and a rather big orderly walked into the room, the nurse giving him a smile, and the orderly gave him a glare.
"Ah, Mr. Scott, you're awake! How are you feeling?" She asked as she walked closer to him, checking his vitals and then looking him in the eye.
"I'm fine, but my sons, where are my sons?" John asked, and when the nurse shared an uncomfortable look with the orderly, John's panic peaked. "Are they okay? What's wrong?" He asked, afraid of the answer.
"The two younger men brought in with you?" The nurse questioned, and John nodded. "Well the younger one, Sam I think his name was, he's in ICU. He had to undergo extensive surgery, for internal bleeding, and he is being given blood, for the extensive amount that he lost. Pins and a metal plate had to be placed in his shin, to repair the break, so he'll have to use crutches for a few months after he gets out of here." The nurse took a deep breath, looking as if she was dreading to tell the oldest Winchester the rest.
"Due to severe head trauma, Sam slipped into a coma, it could take days, weeks, or months for him to wake up, if he does at all. He also stopped breathing at the scene, and though we got a pulse back, Sam isn't breathing on his own." John felt as if someone had taken his heart and squeezed it in a vice.
"And Dean?" He choked out, "What about Dean?"
The nurse looked at him sympathetically, and said; "We repaired his chest, though it looked as if someone had tried to rip his heart out from the inside, and all his vital signs have been holding, so he should be fine, marring any complications." John felt better that Dean would be okay if nothing drastic happened, knowing that at least one of his sons would pull through.
"Can I see them?" He asked.
"Well we need to get you checked out first, but if you're okay, you can see Dean. Sam isn't being allowed visitors at the moment, his immune system can't take anything more. Even the common cold could really hurt him right now." The nurse said solemnly, and John nodded; feeling as if his heart was breaking, but knowing at the same time, that it was what was best for Sammy.
John had allowed himself to be poked and prodded by his doctor to the breaking point, before he finally decided that he had had enough, and that he was going to see his sons. Signing out AMA, John limped down to the ICU, a nurse telling him that he could see his son through the glass window of the room he was in, and John was going to take anything he could get.
He wasn't fully prepared for what he saw when he reached Sam's room though, and sucked in a deep breath when he looked at Sam. His youngest son was dwarfed by the equipment surrounding him. There was a tube down Sam's throat, and though John knew it was there to help his youngest son, he shuddered when he looked at it.
IV's ran piggy backed on Sam's right hand, one sending antibiotics and pain killers, and the other sending blood, to replace what Sam had lost. Wires ran under the neck line of Sam's hospital gown, there was a blood pressure cuff on his arm, and a clip on heart monitor was attached to one of his fingers.
John's heart clenched painfully at the sight. He placed his hand against the glass window and sighed.
Oh, Sammy...
John walked into Dean's room and though his oldest son looked better than Sam, John couldn't help the pain that shot through his heart, seeing his son broken like this.
Dean lay in the hospital bed unmoving, his skin on a few shades darker than the sheets. An IV ran into the back of his hand, feeding him antibiotics and pain killers, and a heart monitor was attached to his finger. A blood pressure cuff was attached to his upper arm, and wires ran under the neckline of his hospital gown. The only thing helping Dean breathe was a nasal canula and John was just happy that Dean didn't have a tube down his throat like his youngest son.
Taking Dean's hand, John sighed and did something he hadn't done in a very long time.l John Winchester prayed.
So what did you all think??? I know I said I probably wouldn't update today, but well I was so happy with the reviews, and today was such a good day, not to mention there is a brand new Supernatural episode tonight... YAY!
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