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Just Another Bad Day
Chapter three
"It's your side isn't it? Damn it Sam why didn't you tell me you were in this much pain?"
"I thought it was getting better." Sam answered truthfully, the pain had eased up for awhile but now it was back stronger then ever. "I'm sorry…" Sam knew with as much pain as he was in he'd be of little use in a fight.
"Don't worry about it." Dean knew what Sam was thinking but he wasn't worried about a fight, if he got the chance he could easily take the two men down without a problem. What he was worried about was Sam; he could tell his brother was trying to hide how much pain he was really in. He thought back to the hunt and tried to remember any time when Sam could have been hurt, but couldn't. As far as he knew Sam had been fine. "When did you get hurt?"
"I don't remember…. I guess when I jumped over that fence I must have pulled something." When Sam saw the worried look on Dean's face he quickly added. "Dean I'll be fine, don't worry."
Jim saw them talking and walked over and stood next to their booth.
"What are you two whispering about?"
Dean looked up at him and grinned.
"Oh we were just trying to figure out which one of you is uglier. I'm thinking it's you."
Jim reached out and backhanded Dean hard across his face.
When Dean was hit Sam instinctively reached toward Jim but then winced in pain and grabbed his side.
"What's wrong with him?" Frank said walking over. He reached over, grabbed Sam's arm, and pulled him out of the booth. "What the hell's wrong with you boy?"
"Well for one thing, your breath." Sam said as he tried to pull away.
Frank slammed his fist into Sam's stomach. He gasped and fell to his knees, tears of pain filling his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his stomach and doubled over. As soon as Sam was hit Dean shot out of the booth and went to his brother's side then glared up at the men.
"You bastards can't you see that he's hurt!"
Dean gently helped Sam back into the booth and put his arm protectively over his shoulder.
"Oh man…." Sam moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut and leaned against his brother his left hand pressed hard against his sore side.
"What's his problem?" Frank asked.
"I don't know." Dean answered as he tried to comfort his brother.
A woman at the booth behind him stood up.
"I'm an operating room nurse. I could take a look at him." Karen, a woman in her forties offered. She looked at Frank and when it looked like he wasn't going to let her she added. "What's it going to hurt if I check the boy out?" She asked.
Frank stepped back from the booth.
"Okay…go ahead." He held his gun up warning her not to try anything.
Karen went to their booth and sat down next to Sam.
"Hi, I'm Karen, what seems to be the problem?" She asked Sam but when he didn't answer she looked at Dean.
"My brother's having a lot of pain in his side; we think he pulled a muscle." Dean spoke up as he rubbed Sam's back trying to relax him and take some of the pain away.
"Where does it hurt?" She asked.
"My right side." Sam said through teeth clenched in pain.
Karen gently pulled Sam's hand away then pressed on his stomach and worked her way down his right side. When she got to his lower right side he cried out in pain. Dean looked at the woman.
"What do you think it is?"
"I can't be certain but I think it might be his appendix."
"His appendix?" Dean looked at Sam his face etched with worry.
"I'm pretty sure that's what it is." Karen told Dean then looked up at Frank. "The boy's in a lot of pain. He needs to get to a hospital."
"No way, no one leaves."
"My brother needs a hospital!" Dean looked up at Frank his worry about his brother causing his anger to grow.
"Your brother's not going anywhere."
"The boy could die without an operation. … If his appendix bursts, he could die within hours." Karen said.
"No one leaves here until we get what we came for."
"My brother isn't dying because of you bastards!" Dean started to stand up.
"Dean…no…." Sam said grabbing his brother's arm; he knew Dean's temper could get him killed.
"You better listen to your brother." Frank said. "No one leaves here until we're out of here with what we came for."
TBC
