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NOTE#1: No medical background. Write what works for the story. Hopefully not glaringly ridiculous on the medical happenings. Just a reminder this is a continuation of T.L. Arens Ugly Truth.

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Chapter 12

The nurse looked at Bobby, trying to calm the situation as she told him gently, "Sir, he hasn't come out of surgery yet. I will let you know as soon as he does."

Sammy tried to control his breathing because he was certain she had said something about Dean… and surgery. He tried to remove the nasal tube for the oxygen; it was bugging him. He was trying to talk and it was preventing him from doing just that.

Bobby slapped his hand away and told him in a mock growl, "Leave it ya idjit."

The nurse looked at Bobby shocked at his treatment of the patient, then back down at Sammy only to see the young man smiling at the older one lovingly. She blinked and gave a slight shrug. The young man was already calming as the older man talked soothingly to him. To each his own she thought as she walked out. She prayed that they would have good news to tell these men later about the other one. It was worrisome that he hadn't regained concouisness before they had to take him into surgery. He also had a couple of cracked ribs and they had mentioned possible internal injuries.

"Sammy you need to stay calm. Dean needs you right now." Bobby said, his voice cracking a little under the strain of tight control that Bobby was working under.

"D… Wh't hap'n'd?" Sammy asked blinking rapidly as he gasped out, " 'member."

"You don't remember?" Bobby guessed. Well, that could be a good thing, Bobby thought as his thoughts tumbled on, maybe he'd have no memory until Dean was awake and could keep Sammy calm. "Hell or what happened at the house earlier?" he asked out loud.

"Pit…" Sammy said tiredly, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"That's the last thing you remember?" Bobby asked to clarify what Sammy was saying.

Sammy nodded as he then asked again, "D?"

Bobby smiled, "God, Sammy… it's good to have you back. We've missed you. Dean's been…" Bobby stopped, not willing to go further on that line of thinking. "He's had a rough time of it." Bobby amended.

Sammy frowned, closing his eyes briefly as he mumbled, "now?"

"Rafael wanted a rematch, Dean didn't." Bobby sighed as he thought how he really didn't want to go into the details on this either right now.

Sammy started to say something when someone cleared his throat, "Mr. Singers."

Bobby turned to stare at the person standing in the doorway, a man that didn't look older than twenty. It was unbelievable to Bobby that someone can look that young and still be a doctor.

"I'm Dr. Impanalti." He was still dressed in surgery scrubs and carried a clipboard. "Your Dean Singer's uncle?" He asked looking at Bobby.

He waited for Bobby's nod before continuing looking towards the figure on the bed.

"And you must be his brother. Feeling better?" He asked Sammy as he walked further into the room.

"D?" Sammy asked, opening his eyes to stare at the newcomer.

"Ok, straight to business. Mr. Singers, Mr. Singer." Dr. Impanalti started, stepping up next to the bed and facing Bobby and Sammy.

"Please to avoid confusion please call my nephews by their first names… too many Mr. Singers I find can get confusing." Bobby stated, impatient for him to discuss Dean.

The doctor said with a smile, "I agree. Dean is now stable… Most of the surgery went well. We did have a few complications."

"What sort of complications?" Bobby asked, feeling panic on the rise once again.

Dr. Impanalti took a deep breath and told them the truth, "Head injuries are tricky enough without adding a bleeder to contend with. It looks as if he hit a corner of something with his stomach and left side area before his head hit the…"

"Mantel." Bobby supplied, paling as he listened.

"So the cracked ribs and broken wrist will be painful, but he'll make a full recovery from that. What exactly happened?" Dr Impanalti asked.

"Someone broke into the house and the boys walked in on a robbery. Now, what about his head, has the brain swelling gone down?"

The doctor nodded as he wrote on Dean's chart. His injuries were consist with an attack. "The swelling has gone down after we located the bleeder but at one point his blood pressure did bottom out and he flat lined for a couple of minutes."

Sammy's breathing hitched while clutching the sheets in both fists as he asked, "D?"

"As soon as he gets out of recovering, I'll be giving him his own room in ICU."

"I'll need both boys together." Bobby stated firmly.

"I'm sorry I can't authorize that." Dr. Impanalti said in a sympathetic tone as he denied Bobby his request.

"AMA." Sam said, pulling the oxygen and was reaching for the IV as he struggled to sit up. He had to get to Dean, all he could think of was Dean needed him.

Bobby grabbed Sammy's arm as he placed a hand on Sammy's chest. "When you can say a complete sentence, then I'll let you sign them."

Sammy shook his head furiously, "Now."

Dr. Impanalti placed a hand on Sammy's arm, "He's still in recovery. You rest until he's placed in his room and I will come get you at that time."

Sammy stared at the man, tears running down his cheeks. "D… ne'ds…"

Bobby patted his chest as he gently pressed him back to a reclining position, "Sammy try to rest, I will wake you when the doc comes back. Dean will need to hear you and know that you are okay."

Sammy nodded as he wearily closed his eyes as he mumbled, "Not ti…" Only to interrupt himself with a yawn.

Bobby smiled as he patted his chest once again, "I can see that tiger."

"Tr's you." Sammy slurred as his eyes drifted shut.

"Yes, Sammy you can trust me." Bobby waited until Sammy was asleep and the doctor had left to break down and cry. Couldn't the boys once catch a break. Well, maybe Sammy's memory loss was the only break they were going to get. If that was the case… there would be some rough roads ahead and Sam would need all the rest he could get.

TBC