Ok kind of a cliff hanger so here is chapter 2.
Chapter 2
Recovering Sanity…. Almost?
Bobby has seen some serious shit in his time, but the sight of Sam Winchester topped his list. He was hardy recognizable, his face covered bruises and cuts. His left eye was heavily swollen, and red. The doctors say it looks better that he is. The lady Bobby talked to on the phone was Sam's doctor.
"Sam has a collapsed lung; almost all of his ribs are broken. Three out of four limbs were snapped in half. Also he is suffering from heat exaction, fatigue, and starvation. He had several wounds that resemble knife cuts, and that just a start. We won't know more until he wakes. Are you sure you don't know what's happened to your nephew?" she finished with a glare at Bobby.
He just shook his head, and sat next to Sam's bed. A long white tube jetting from his mouth and caused me to look deathly.
Bobby ran his hands over his face, and swallowed a sob. What had hell done to his boy?
"Aww Sam. What happened to you?" Bobby stayed next to Sam all night.
Bobby woke the sound gasping. It had been since he identified Sam. Now, for the first time, when he opened his eyes, he was scared. Sam had finally woken up and as gasping for air. The tube in his mouth prevented it. His eyes were full of pain and fear.
"Nurse!" Bobby yelled out the door. Several rushed to Sam's aid. One grabbed hold of the tube and pulled. A loud shuttering breath escaped Sam's lips as it was pulled out.
Dr. Weston came in and trying to pin his faling body.
"Sam…. Sam Winchester? Can you hear me?" she called over his muted struggle.
Sam's eyes were wide and he looked everywhere, when his eyes fell to Bobby he let out a cry. He when limp except his head which was tossing back and forth.
He had finally found his voice, "No, no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no. get out of my head, get out! GET OUT!"
The doctor tried calling him back but he was too far gone, his pleas had gotten louder and louder. Dr. Weston pressed a button on his IV and within moments, Sam was silent.
Bobby stood at the door, mouth open. What had Lucifer done to Sam? Was this really Sam? So many questions raced through his mind, but they were halted by Dr. Weston.
"Mr. Singer?" she asked. Her face was full of pity and concern. He nodded. She continued.
"I hate to ask this but I think it would be good for Sam's wellbeing." She was betting around the bush. Her eyes were fixed at some spot just above his head.
"What is it?" Bobby asked.
"Alright, would you mind going home for a while? Sam seemed… disturbed by your presents."
Bobby should be outraged, she had no right. But the voice of reason rang in his head. So he agreed. It was for the best.
Sort of short but just wait. It will get good. Will Sam ever be the same?
~NOVA