He's my son
Chapter three
"Oncology?" Dean asked horror dawning on his face "You don't think Sammy has cancer do you?" he swallowed hard, people died from cancer, and from what Dean knew about it made them really, really sick. John understood how Dean felt; it was a terrifying thought of Sam having cancer.
"We're not totally sure that it's cancer yet" Dr. Ashley said gently knowing this would be hard news for the men to hear; it was obvious they loved the child in question.
"How are you going to know for sure?" Dean asked praying that whatever they done it wouldn't turn out to be cancer.
"After we try to get the brain bleed under control, we're going to go in and perform a bone marrow aspiration, which is where a long needle is inserted into the hipbone, the needle takes out the bone marrow and we can test that for leukemia." Dr. Ashley said. Dean swallowed again, he didn't want Sam to have to go through that but if it was needed for them to know if Sam had cancer or not bring it on. Dean would be right there by Sam's side.
"Will it be painful?" John asked he couldn't bear the thought of either of his boys being in pain.
"It will be a little sore but nothing major, it will be the results that bring the most hope or the most turmoil." She replied. John sighed he should have seen this coming. It seemed whenever things were going well for them something went wrong. He supposed everybody had their ups and down's but it seemed like the Winchesters had more downs then anyone he knew.
"If he does have cancer what happens next?" John asked.
"How about we cross that bridge when we get to it?" Ashley said she hated having to tell families their loved ones had cancer so she tended to put it off until she knew for sure that said person had it.
"Guess you have a point" John said "it won't stop me from worrying about it until we know one way or the other."
"I guess that's true if I was in your position I would worried considering what all they symptoms are saying" Ashley said.
"Is he is surgery for the bleed yet?" Dean asked, hoping he would get the chance to see his little brother before they started operating.
"Not yet" Ashley said "but they need too soon, there's no telling what kind of damage there will be if we wait much longer."
"Damage?" John and Dean asked at the same time, glancing at his dad, Dean wondered if the night could get any worse.
"Brain damage, his mobility skills could be affected, as well as speech, could have trouble learning things." Ashley said and as soon as she saw Dean's face she knew she'd said too much.
Dean found the nearest trash can and vomited. He didn't want to think about Sam being irreparably damaged. John hated the thought just as much as Dean did. Sam was one of the smartest kids he knew, to think he wouldn't be the same was horrible.
John walked over and put his hand on Dean's back.
"She didn't say that's the way it was, she said he could be damaged." John said knowing it wasn't much comfort but he needed to be able to do something for Dean. This was no easy journey they were about to embark on.
"I want to see him before he goes into surgery" Dean said standing straighter and wiping his mouth off with his sleeve. He appreciated John's efforts, since in the past John hadn't really seemed to care about what happened with Sam.
"You can have five minutes with him" Ashley said "but I must warn you the situation is pretty dire, the blood can't be left on his brain."
"I just need to see Sam" Dean repeated he understood how bad the situation was. Did he ever. But he had to let Sam know he would be by his side the entire way, Dean wasn't going anywhere.
Five minutes later Dean and John were standing in a treatment room, Sam lying on a bed in the middle of the room, still unconscious. That scared Dean even more then he already was. Walking over Dean reached down and grabbed Sam's limp hand in his.
"Kiddo, I don't have long to stay with you, I just want to let you know I'm going to right here when you wake up. I won't leave the hospital until we know what's going. So don't be scared big brother is here to take care of you" Dean said softly even as the terror in his heart grew. There was a chance his brother was brain damaged and would never be the same again.
"Be positive Dean" John said from the other side of Sam's bed. "He needs you to be strong for him right now, to have faith in him." John said quietly even though he himself was still having trouble processing all the information they had been given. He still found it hard to think Sam might have cancer.
"Time to prep him for surgery" Ashley said coming back into the room after giving the men some alone time with the youngest of their family.
"I'm not going anywhere Sammy" Dean said as him and John were ushered out of the room. "I'll be right here when you get out." Wondering back out to the waiting room, Dean walked over to the window and stared out. He should have known something like this would happen, Sam would collapse from something else entirely and get treated for an injury incurred during the fall. If only Dean hadn't ignored that feeling for so long, maybe then he could have stopped this surgery from ever having to happen.
John sat down and watched Dean, he knew what Dean was thinking. He should have been able to stop this from happening, but Dean was only one person, he didn't control the world, or even in this matter, fate. Thinking back to this morning John remembered getting annoyed at Sam's lack of interest in getting out of bed. He had been planning on giving Sam a stern lecture after school. He had accused Sam of being lazy, even though Sam worked just as hard if not harder on their cases researching, and participating in the actual hunt. Sighing, John felt like the worst father on the planet. How many other father's had something serious going on with their child and they accused the poor kid of being lazy. He would make it up to Sam somehow. John snorted he had a lot of years to make up for him being negligent. He'd had good intentions from the start but somewhere along the way he had lost sight of what was truly important. Even if Sam didn't have cancer he wasn't going to feel like he didn't measure up anymore, Dean either for that matter. Standing up, John stretched, Dean would be about as unmovable as a mountain while Sam was in surgery, and John would be the same. They would mount a constant vigilance to protect the youngest member of the family.
Hope you like this chapter, thanks for reading and reviewing, probably won't be any more updates for a few days, we shall see. Anyways have a great rest of the week Liz