Chapter 7:

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The surgery next morning went good. Or he thought it did until he heard that same afternoon from some nurses whispering by.

"Did you hear about Patient 3112?"

"Yeah, is it true?"

"Mmhmm, he was having a lot of trouble, but it got under control."

"What do you mean? I heard he seized for about three seconds."

"Who told you that? I heard a nerve in his ankle ripped and there was blood everywhere in the middle of the procedure."

"It must have given Dr. Young a real scare.. Nothing ever goes wrong with his procedures."

"Yeah, he was really worried after even thought everything was okay. He knew why it happened and he took care of it."

"I don't think they've told his brother yet."

"No, Dr. Young said it's not of import now that it's okay. No damage was done and Dean will make full recovery on that ankle."

"That's always good to hear. He's a great Doctor. I've always believed he has some really blessed hands."

"You and your godly believes, Linda, but do you know who I think is real godly?"

"Who?"

"That patient himself, have you looked at him? He's beautiful!"

"Really..? I want to see this man."

"Come, I'll show you. He's in recovery room right now but we can see him from the outside."

The two nurses giggled and whispered to themselves as they walked into the elevator and went upstairs. Sam quickly followed taking the stairs. He didn't want then to be bothering Dean, he'd just come out of Surgery this morning.

"Come, this way. The last room is his."

They quietly went into the ICU ward and stood just outside Dean's. Looking through the glass door.

"Look at him, didn't I tell you!" She whispered

"My god, he looks angelic." The lamp beside Dean's head lighting shaded the room. Making Dean's skin glow, this long eyelashes rested on his cheeks. Bed hair all over the place. Light freckles showing as he had gone through two surgeries and was weak. His skin showed it first.

"He sure is, you should see his brother. I just want to pull at his cheeks."

"Oh bless, they're really blessed with good looks."

"It hurts my heart to see young men like this. I'm so used to seeing senior patients or kids always this hurt and up here in ICU."

"He's only suppose to be in here till tonight, I hear."

"Yeah. They say he's completely fine. He's just here to intensive monitoring for the leg and so far it's good. He's be moved back to his own room by tonight."

"That's good. He's young, so he'll heal a lot faster than most people we have here."

"Can you believe he's only 26? His brother's taller than him & bodily bigger, but is 22."

"Wow, what happened there? Sprouted way too big. I thought he was tall but his brother's taller?"

"Yum, he's like six three or something. I heard him tell John when I was changing his bandages."

"Wow, god bless these boys. I hope he gets better quick."

"He will, no worries. Lets hurry and take our break before Jenna returns from hers."

"Alright, lets go. We're being creepy now."

The two ladies turned and went back towards the ICU exit and Sam decided to face them coming inside. The two nurses quickly moved passed Sam and whispered t each other excitedly. "That's him! That's him. The younger brother!"

"The taller one.. Oh my, he's really tall." She glanced back at Sam once more. "And that body.. Mhm."

"Or we're just really short.. Yeah, but hey, didn't you say to not be creepy anymore? Lets not be creepy."

They got into the elevator then the doors closed. Sam went over to Dean's room slipping past the glass sliding doors. All the ICU rooms were small. Half the size of the regular ones patients stayed at usually. But these rooms were packed with machines hooked to patients. Dean himself had four on him, but Sam only recognized two. One read his heartbeat and the other was a breathing mask. The other two he had no idea of.

"Hey Dean, I know you're not awake but even asleep you got two nurses crushing on you.. and maybe me." His palm rested on his brother's chest for a few seconds. Don't worry, I'll get their numbers for you." He chuckled to himself then stayed there watching Dean evenly breath. He was told he could only visit his brother about once an hour for about ten minutes. ICU had its own rules and they were to be complied. The patient required undisturbed rest and had to be left alone. Sam complied, he only came every other our for about ten minutes each.

It was going to be okay for the next three days before they discharged Dean. They didn't want to let him go on the severe concussion and specially now after a somewhat troubled surgery on his ankle as they entered the metal plates and screws into Dean's ankle. Sam had already bee talked to about therapy, future visits, and all the purchases they had to make for Dean. Thanks to their insurance everything was taken care of.

Three Day Later

"Can you.. Dean, just let me take care of it okay?" Why was Dean always like this. He fussed and he got irritated and he denied everything and he tried to be a badass and do everything by himself only messing it up even more.

"No! I can do it. Just.. Go away for a second. I got it." Dean pulled up the sheets over him and looked down at himself. He wasn't wearing pants. Apparently it stopped blood flow to his leg or made blood warm where it flowed too much to his leg? He didn't know, something like that.

"You can't do it. Do you not remember? You have to be resting. Not moving, let me do it. It wouldn't be the first time I've seen or touched your junk!" Sam sort of yelled back, he was getting frustrated. Dean was just being a dick now.

"Nope. Last time I wasn't awake to see you help me out there, but I am there so let me do it."

"You can't even sit up without almost crying.."

"Yes, I can!" He immediately sat up and with a small whimper went back down on his back, fisting the sheets under him in pain when a sharp stab was felt in his tailbone then his ankle. Doctors had warned him about the nerved in his ankle being damaged and some attached to his spine. It will hurt until it was all healed and new nerves were formed. He went pale and his breathing slowed down, oh god it hurt.. Immediately sodding noises of pain left Dean's lips then he was sagging down into the sheets giving into the unconsciousness. It was bad. He really was not suppose to move for a week or so.

"Oh god.. oh god, Dean? Dean.. it's okay. Just.. god dammit, why don't you listen to me!" He held onto Dean and watching his eyes flutter close. He was out like a light, at least not hurting anymore. One sharp hit was enough to knock him out. This really sucked. This was the second time he'd been not so careful and caused himself enough pain it made him pass out.

"At least I can change your catheter now.. " He straightened Dean out on his bed, closed the curtains and came back to detach the urine filled pack from Dean's thigh and went to dispose it then washed his hands and came back with a new pack. He got to work extracting the used lane from his brother's bladder and went ahead inserting the new one that / I as a writer should not detail or this fic will have to be rated M../

Dean was not to move. It was repeated numerous times when day and half ago he'd been discharged. "Do not move. Let your brother take care of it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yeah.. sure, okay, whatever, can I go now?" Dean's usual response. Dr. John was even frustrated because after Dean's Surgery was done and he was awake he started moving. Started doing things by himself that he wasn't allowed to like going to the bathroom..

"I had to take a shit.. so what.." Was his response when they forced him back into bed.

"No, Mr. Chester. No 'taking shit's for you alone. You need something, you call us. Understand?"

He crossed his arms and glared at the nurse then the Doctor spoke. "Mr. Chester?"

"YeaAHHH OKAY." He said loudly, making 'get out of my room' motions with his hands.

"Okay then. I'll see you in a bit and if you're good I'll bring you cream pie with your food."

"Apple.." He whispered

"Yes, Apple. Right."

They liked Dean, but they didn't like how he turned on strong painkillers. Complete child and out of hand.

But it was their home now. Dean slept in his room and stayed the whole day in the leveled part of their living room. Just watching the view outside and playing video games uncomfortably with his leg elevated at all times.

He hated not being able to do much and the fact that it would take maybe half a year before he can fully normally walk again was eating him alive. He could't believe it and repeatedly try to walk on both his legs.

But now he was more asleep than unconscious, drained, and this was the only time Sam could take care of him without him fussing at Sam for hours straight. "Shouldn't do this to yourself, Dean. If you take care of yourself now you'll walk faster." He talked to himself as we wrapped up the dirty tissues to throw away and pulled back the sheets over his brother's legs.

Sam got back to the kitchen leaving Dean in his bedroom with the fan lightly on and the evening sun coming through the window. It was a good day and leaving to an even better day. He'd checked on his phone, on the weather app, tomorrow was looking promising and he hoped Dean could spend a day outside in the front ward. Their new swing was out there and Dean could lay on that with a nice view to the far away hills and the body of water beside it. There wasn't going to be any sun, mostly clouds but not rain. Just a cool nice day. Get Dean to get out of the house since he'd spent almost two days indoors.

He thought to himself about what he could make for tomorrow while he washed the dished and put the pot on for some some lemon tea for Dean. It was something new to Sam, but Dean really liked that tea. He actually, willingly, asked Dean for more the very first time he convinced Dean to have some with biscuits.

Maybe he'll make a lot of the tea tomorrow, since it was going to be cool day anyways. Have Dean buried in a bunch of blankets on the swing and just watch movies while Sam worked on their small garden. It sounded good.

TBC

A/N: Story's dragging out, I don't like it. Next chapter's going to be long but the last. Thanks all for reading and reviewing so far!

I'm going to work on my other fics or start another one. Maybe do a Hurt!Sam or just another Hurt!Dean. Leave me prompts of what you'll like to see the boys go through.

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