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Caleb looked over at John and Dean. Dean, the twenty-year-old tough guy was now asleep with his head lying on his dad's shoulder. Dried tear tracks could still be seen on his face. Caleb would have taken a picture to blackmail Dean with had he not been incredibly worried for the youngest of the three Winchesters. John was sitting stone still, staring at the opposite wall. Caleb could tell that John was replaying the fight Sam and he had had a few nights ago. Caleb knew then that if the youngest Winchester did not survive, this family would not survive. Caleb knew though that Sam was a fighter and he would fight his hardest to survive this.
Caleb began thinking about the conversation Sam and he had during pizza the night before. Sam had been telling Caleb all about the big cross-country race taking place next week. Sam's face had lit up with joy when Caleb said he would be there for it. Sam had then talked on and on about the team and being the number one runner. Caleb knew now though that Sam was fighting for his life, not worrying about the big race.
Caleb was brought out of his thoughts when a tired voice said, "Family of Samuel Winchester." John gently shook Dean's shoulder and Dean immediately jolted up. Then the three men made their way over to the doctor with blood stained scrubs. Dean felt nauseous as he looked at what he knew was Sam's blood. The doctor who introduced himself as Dr. Jason Drake shook the three men's hands before having them sit as he told them about Sam.
"How's my son?" asked John.
"Well Mr. Winchester. Sam is being moved to the ICU right now. He is in critical condition. He has a mild concussion, which is a miracle in itself judging by how long of a fall I was informed he had, and his head wound needed twenty stitches. The gashes on his chest were superficial and none required stitches, but they have all been bandaged. Now his side and leg were the more troubling injuries. His leg required a metal plate and three screws to be inserted into the bone. He will be in a full leg cast for at least ten weeks, then probably a walking boot. He is going to need a lot of physical therapy for his leg."
Dr. Drake saw how tense and pale the men were getting and decided to give them a minute to process the news.
Dr. Drake cleared his throat before continuing on, "Now, the wound in his side was the most serious. It took a very long time just to remove the branch. What we discovered is that the branch had speared the spleen and there was some internal bleeding. We had to perform a partial splenectomy."
"What do you mean partial?" asked John.
"We try to leave as much of the spleen as we can in the body. In Sam's case that was not a lot but it is still better than removing the whole spleen as people who have their entire spleen removed are more likely to get infections and develop diabetes later on in life. However, since some of his spleen was removed he will still be a little more susceptible to infections. Now there was a little complication during surgery."
All three men instantly looked up at the doctor. "His heart stopped twice. He had just lost so much blood tonight that his pressure just bottomed out."
Dean became incredibly pale and his breathing picked up. Caleb instantly knew Dean was hyperventilating. He instructed Dean to put his head between his knees while John rubbed his back. Once Dean had calmed himself the doctor continued.
"We revived him and started him on blood transfusions. Now, Sam has we believed developed an infection from the wound in his side. His temperature is up at 104 degrees but we are working on lowering it. Sam is on a ventilator to give his body some rest. We sedated him for at least the night because of the severity of his injuries. Sam is in critical condition right now, but barring no complications Sam has a long recovery ahead of him, but he should make it."
John, Dean, and Caleb all felt relieved by the doctor's last statement.
"When can we see him?" asked Dean.
"We are getting him situated but in about an hour I will send someone to get you guys and bring you to him."
At five in the morning John, Dean, and Caleb were led to Sam's room. The nurse explained to them that Sam may look frightening because of all the equipment. She then explained all the equipment to them before letting them into the room. Dean gasped at Sam's appearance. He still looked deathly pale but had rosy cheeks because of his high fever. The ventilator whooshed and clicked as the three men stared at the sixteen-year-old boy they all loved. Sam's leg was in a cast. His hospital gown had been pulled down at his waist so the three men could see all the bandaging on Sam's torso. Ice packs had been placed in key locations on his body to try to bring his temperature down. His head wound had also been wrapped. Dean watched as one of Sam's IV's delivered the much-needed blood to Sam's depleted body.
Dean grabbed one of the chairs in the room and pulled it up next to Sam. He grabbed Sam's hand and began whispering to Sam. Caleb marveled at how caring Mr. tough guy Winchester was for his little brother. The no chick flick rule apparently did not apply to the ICU unit.
John also pulled a chair up on Sam's other side, settling in for the wait for Sam to wake up. They had been told it would probably be at least a day until Sam woke up.
Caleb sat with his back up against the wall watching the two elder Winchesters comfort the unconscious baby of the family.
At nine in the morning, John and Caleb went to get coffee for themselves and Dean. When they returned Dean had fallen asleep with his head lying right next to Sam's left shoulder. John and Caleb's hearts melted at the sight. Again, Caleb thought that the chick flick rule does not apply to the ICU unit.
Jack, Anna, and Pete all stopped in during the day to see Sam. All three shocked by how frail and young the number one runner looked lying in a hospital bed severely injured.
For two days, Dean never left Sam's side, while John and Caleb only left to get food and coffee. On day two of Sam's unconsciousness, Sam's temperature had returned to normal and the ventilator was removed. The doctors assured the three men that Sam would wake up when he was ready but that did not make the men any less patient. At eight that night, John and Caleb went to get dinner since Dean had fallen asleep with his head resting on the bed next to Sam.
Dean was awoken from his slumber when he heard a moan from the bed. Dean immediately sat upright. He looked at Sam and saw his head moving side to side. He leaned into Sam's face. "Come on Sammy. Wake up little brother. Let me see those puppy dog eyes." After a few minutes of coaxing, Sam's eyes finally blinked open.
"Sammy! Man it's good to see you awake."
Sam's eyes roamed around until they found Dean. "De…wha'…hapned?"
"Sam you took a little tumble in the woods during cross-country practice."
The memories of that day suddenly came back to him. "Jack and Anna."
"They are fine Sammy. You saved their lives."
Sam gave a little smile before the pain medication pulled him back into a relatively peaceful slumber. Dean was overjoyed that Sam had finally woken up. When John and Caleb came back in Dean told them the great news. The doctor said it was a good sign that Sam would make a full recovery. However, nothing is ever easy for the Winchester's because on day three all hell broke loose.
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