At the moment Johnny couldn't give a flying flip why Bobby was in the middle of the Winchester's living room. The only thing that seemed to matter was that Bobby, his and Cade's friend, just confessed to kidnapping and turning these people's life upside down.
"Bobby, I don't give a rat's ass, get out!" Johnny said, feeling as if his hand was ripped apart from the inside out, and now that he could kind of think again, he realized that it probably was. Seeing that everyone was staring at him in shock, he clarified. "I mean it! You walk in here as if you're a friend and then talk about having a reason for messing with these people like that? What could you possibly say to make it right?"
"Damn it, the demon that was after you that night is still on the loose and there are some crazy people out there hoping you'll go nuts so they have an excuse to kill you too!" Bobby yelled. Normally, he'd try to talk someone to his line of reason, but the way things have been going, he really didn't think he had that much time. Seeing the shocked look on the family's faces, Bobby sighed and looked at Mary. "You know as well as I do what the thing was. I know that everyone told you that it was stress, or you were dreaming, or some other bunch of crap, but I'm telling you… it was a demon, it came after your boy and I have no idea what it would have done if I hadn't taken him and run."
The only sound in the room was Ellie's humming, and it had gotten more persistent as Bobby got louder. Johnny had tried to ignore his friend and concentrate on the little girl next to him, but he quickly came to the understanding that he couldn't give either the attention they wanted. Looking at Dean he saw that he was being scrutinized, and normally that would make his skin crawl, but all he could think of at that moment was how Dean would make everything all right.
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Waking up in a hospital bed for the second time that day was not what Johnny had on his list of things to do, but then again when had anything ever worked out the way he thought they would. Groaning, he looked around and saw that he was actually in recovery again, and wasn't that a kick in the teeth.
"Well hello Mr. Doe, we were wondering if you'd be waking up soon. The doctor wanted to make sure you could answer some questions before we moved you to your room. I'm Marlee by the way, and I've been assigned as your nurse on the Orthopedics floor for the next couple of days. So, how are you feeling?"
Johnny looked at the small tiny woman and had to wonder how anyone her size could move patients around. Not knowing where that thought came from, he continued to watch her until he realized that she really wanted to know how he was feeling. "Uh… confused?"
Smiling, Marlee nodded, "I bet so. Your family rushed you in saying that you broke up a fight without thinking, and apparently your body just couldn't handle that much trauma in such a short amount of time."
"Huh…guess I'm not Superman after all." He quipped, trying hard to pull his thoughts together. "Uh, do you know about Ellie? Is she with them?" he asked, trying to get out of bed, but noticing that his body didn't want to respond. Looking at his nurse he was expecting a look of cruel satisfaction, but instead saw sympathy while she patted his shoulder.
"Yes, Ellie's with your family, they waited awhile here with her, but your mother took her home. All of them want you to rest, but they made me promise to tell you that the rest of them were waiting in your room for you so to… let's see… 'calm your scrawny ass down'… yeah, I think that was it." Marlee smiled, that wasn't the only thing that the colorful family had said, but somehow she didn't think that he needed to hear how the father had told the doctor to 'do the job right, or else!' while his brother stood there looking as if he was about to rip someone apart. "You know, they sure love you a lot."
Smiling, Johnny nodded. "Uh, I don't mean to sound whiny, but why can't I move like I want?"
"Muscle relaxer and neuroblockers, along with the remnants of the anesthetic. I know you're having a hard time thinking at the moment, and let me tell you, you're not sounding as coherent as you think, but if you let this stuff do its job, you won't feel a thing for awhile. The doctor wants to make sure you're not having any adverse effects with it before moving you into your room. Honestly, I'm surprised you stayed awake this long, but then again, I have a feeling you've seen some action in your life. Now, close your eyes, and the next time you open them, you'll be with your family."
Johnny watched the nurse take his vitals again before his eyelids decided they had enough and closed on their own.
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Dean was ready to tear into someone. They had been more than patient (sort of), had even been nice (for awhile), but it wasn't getting them any information on how his brother was doing. The last they heard was the doctor was going to make sure that Johnny didn't feel what they had done to him and it was going to knock him on his ass for the next couple of days. They had no idea if the second surgery was a success, only that he was doing well in recovery and the doc was guardedly optimistic; whatever that meant. The previous surgery had taken ten hours, but this one had taken a lot longer due to having to piece the tendons and ligaments back together after a couple of the pins sheared through the bone and helped to shred the tissues inside.
Sighing, Dean wanted to go back into recovery and find out exactly what it was that the doctors did to his little brother, because the waiting was killing him. Then again, he didn't know if he'd be able to see Johnny in pain again. The moments before he had passed out, Johnny had looked at him with so much agony but with so much trust that it almost broke him. It had thrown him back to the days when he would play with Sammy and get him to smile when he fussed for everyone else.
Shaking his head, he turned to the door just as an orderly and a nurse started to wheel his brother's bed in through the door. 'Oh God… he looks awful.' Dean thought as he looked at Johnny's pale face. "Wha… he…" he couldn't get his words to pull together, and that wasn't helping his state of mind.
"Don't worry, he's doing as well as can be expected. He stayed awake a little too long, and it caught up with him. Now, Dean, you can stay here for as long as you want, but I suggest that you get a certain little girl up here as soon as he starts to stir again."
Looking at the nurse, Dean understood, the first thing that Johnny asked for was Ellie. "He probably didn't even ask about the surgery did he?"
Marlee laughed, "You know your brother don't you. Not a peep about his hand; more worried about that little girl and why he couldn't move to get out of bed."
After getting the bed situated and the equipment set up, both the orderly and Nurse Marlee left Dean to watch over a still unconscious Johnny. "Hey little brother, you know, Dad just ran down for some coffee and will be back in no time. You gave us a scare at the house. Don't you know never try to stop a train… or a Marine?" Dean joked, trying to let Johnny know that he wasn't alone. He heard their dad walk in and smelled the coffee, but neither mattered at the moment. While he was talking, he couldn't stop looking at his brother's hand, it was still there; wrapped up and propped on pillows Johnny's arm looked twice its normal size, but at least it was still there.
"Hey son, how's he doing?" John asked, as he walked in the room. At first he was worried that the longer wait meant bad news, but he had followed Dean's eyes and was relieved to find his youngest son whole.
"I think I can answer that Mr. Winchester." Dr. Davidson said as he walked in the room. "He has quite a bit of swelling, but that's understandable. His vitals are steady and strong, and so far there is no sign of infection. We have him on enough drugs to keep him more than just a little out of it for the next couple of days, and then we can determine when he can be released."
John looked at Dean and knew what he was thinking. "So, he won't wake up for a couple of days?" he asked, not sure if he liked that.
Dr. Davidson shook his head, "Actually, he'll be in and out, but don't expect too much coherency; the medicine we have him on can cause confusion, as well as slurred speech. We'll continue to monitor him closely to make sure that he doesn't have any complications."
Dean stared at the doctor in shock, "Wait, you don't think that not being able to communicate with anyone is a complication? Do you have any idea what this is going to do to him?" looking over at his dad he continued, "Dad, you know that it was only because he passed out that we got him here. There is no way that we're going to get him to let us know if something's wrong later if he can't tell us now!"
Nodding, John had to agree. "There has to be some other way. You have no idea what my boy has already overcome, and the one thing that got him through it all was his independence. You really need to figure something else out."
Not liking how this was going, Dr. Davidson looked over the test results, as well as his patient's vital signs. "I tell you what; let me continue this line of treatment for the next twelve hours to see how he responds. If he shows any signs of distress, I'll switch him over to some other means of treatment; I just want to give his body a head start."
Not liking it, but knowing that this compromise was better than nothing, they agreed and noted the time on the clock both Winchester's knowing that the doctor would be switching things around pretty soon.