Chapter 4
OMG can't wait til Friday! :)
Dean stood motionless and cross armed against the wall of the depressing waiting room. He stared blankly into space and ignoring the buzzing and bumbling of the nurses around him. His eyes felt dry and sore from crying, and now he was drained from all of his tears in his body. He couldn't cry anymore, because nothing was left; just the empty feeling in his chest. Dean rubbed his eyes tiredly and took a deep quivering breath. This was probably one of the worst nights he's ever had in his entire life. He didn't even know if his mother's death or his father's death could match up to this. He was supposed to take care of Sam, not wish him dead. He mentally punched himself for being so selfish and stupid. All because of a fucking wish, he might just lose his baby brother.
He thought back to a few hours ago when he was still holding a dying- or maybe even dead- Sam in his arms. He was so numb from the intense cold rain that he didn't even feel the paramedic touch his arm. He only noticed that they arrived when one of them tried to pry his brother's body out of his embrace.
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"No! I'm not letting go of him!" Dean yelled, gripping tighter onto Sam. Maybe if he didn't let go, Sam would be alright and none of this would be real.
"Sir, he's going to be in good hands, but you need to step back so we can get him to the hospital!"
Sammy doesn't like hospitals. He'll kill me when he wakes up later. "I-I can't leave h-him…I w-won't leave him!"
"Sir, you're going to make him worse!" Another paramedic yelled over the loud rain and sirens. "If he stays out here any longer, he's going to catch hypothermia!"
Dean looked up from his unconscious brother and at the paramedics. He hesitated for a second; he didn't want to cause any more harm to Sam then he already had.
Fine," Dean growled and reluctantly released his brother into the hands of the paramedics. They stepped in immediately, bandaging, bracing and cleaning his brother's broken form.
In 30 seconds flat, they had Sam on the gurney and wheeled into the ambulance. Dean quickly ran up to the vehicle and looked at the two men desperately.
"C-Can I ride with him?" He shivered.
"Sir-"
"P-Please…he's my brother. He's all I got."
The paramedic, known as Walker Doyle, looked sadly at the red eyed, pale face man.
"Alright, hop in," he said, not wanting to waste any more time. "But if something happens and we need you to move, you move, got it?"
Dean nodded dully as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
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The ambulance sped around corners and down slick wet roads. Dean sat near his brother's head, stroking his face gently with one hand and held Sam's cold damp one with the other. Dean looked at him wearily, seeing the only sign of Sam being alive was the fog that showed up on the oxygen mask every time he breathed in and out. If it wasn't there he would've thought Sam was dead.
"You gotta pull through, man, for me, or I swear I'll…" Dean stopped to clear his throat and rubbed a hand across his mouth. "Listen to me, Sammy, I know this is difficult and I know it hurts a hell of a lot, but…if you die I…I can't do anything without you. If you leave me I'll end up dying myself, because I…I'll stop caring. You…you and Dad are the most important people in my life. Dad's gone and I only got you…and Bobby, but he's nothing like you. So you keep fighting, dammit!" Dean said through clenched teeth as he squeezed Sam's hand tightly and moved his bangs back and out of Sam's face.
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Walker watched sadly at how defeated the older man was over his brother. The guy really cared about the kid, and he was unlike any brother he ever had or met. Suddenly, the machines around them started going off wildly. Walker, the conscious brother and his partner, Brandon, looked up in alarm and saw that the kid's O2 level was dropping tremendously.
"Dammit," Walker muttered. "Sir, we're going to need you to move out of the way so we can help your brother."
Dean sighed heavily, but let go of Sam's hand and moved aside, watching in horror as Sam's heartbeat started to deteriorate.
"No, no, no, Sam didn't you listen to me? You can't leave me, man, please don't give up!"
Without warning, the heart monitor went flat and Dean's heart dropped to his feet. His brother was dead, but that might not have been the worst thing. All of a sudden, he saw something flicker in the corner of his eye. When he turned, he gasped; he saw something that he never wished he see in his entire life. Sam's spirit. Son of a god damn bitch! Sam's spirit looked at his immobile body and then up at Dean.
"Sam!"
"Charge to 200!" Yelled Brandon. "Clear!" Sam's body jerked up and at the same time his spirit went rigid. As if he came back for a split second, but stopped breathing again.
"Come on, Sammy, fight! Just do it for me, please, just fight."
Sam looked at him and frowned, but nodded before looking at his own body once more.
"260! Come on kid, you can do this. Clear!" Sam's body convulsed again and this time, his spirit disappeared and the heart monitor started up again.
"Thank god," Both Walker and Dean whispered.
For the rest of the ride, Dean was unable to stay near Sam, because the paramedics needed to be closer in case Sam…in case his heart stopped again; and Dean hoped to the almighty God that it would never happen ever again.
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Present
"Kid," a gruff voice said as they softly touched Dean on the shoulder.
Dean flinched a little, but otherwise kept his stare to the double doors where a doctor would come out and tell him Sammy was okay and that he could go home tomorrow.
"Bobby," he said flatly.
"How's Sam?"
"I wouldn't know. No one in the damn place will tell me a fucking thing."
Bobby looked warily at the younger man; he looked like shit. His eyes were red and puffy along with his face that was sallow and ill-looking. When he'd gotten the dreadful call from Dean, he sounded…sad and exhausted. Dean rarely ever sounded like that. The kid wasn't looking good at all.
"Dean, why don't you sit down, get some rest. I'll-"
"Not happening."
"Dean-"
"I'm not going anywhere, Bobby. I'm not moving from this spot until I know Sam's okay!"
Bobby looked at Dean with a slightly hurt expression, but he couldn't blame the kid. Sam was his brother, and he could hardly imagine what he was going through right now. Dean's chest heaved with rage as he returned his look back towards the doors. Bobby sighed and shook his head, turning around.
"I'll just…go get some coffee."
Bobby left the room and Dean sighed, looking after him. He felt guilty for yelling at the man who was like a second father to him, but right now the only thing he cared about was Sam and Sam only.
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It seemed like hours before Dean actually got some news. The coffee that Bobby had got him a while ago was untouched and, probably, cold. He wasn't hungry or thirsty anyways; if he consumed anything at the moment, he'd feel even sicker than he already did.
"Family of Sam Tucker?"
Dean opened his eyes…wait, when did he fall asleep? He shook his head; it didn't matter, he was finally getting answers on Sammy.
"Right here," said Dean clearing his throat. "I'm his brother, Dean."
"Great, um, could you please follow me to my office so we could talk?"
"No. Whatever you're going to tell me in there can be said right here," Dean snapped.
"I understand how you're feeling right now, Dean, but-"
"No you don't know how I feel! Please, just tell me if he's…if he's…" Dean stopped to take a deep breath and washed a hand down his face while putting the other one on his hip. "Is he still alive?"
"Yes, Mr. Tucker, he's alive, but it would be better if we talk in my office. I have a lot to explain about your brother's condition."
"Fine, whatever."
Dean sat down in the seat provided and folded his hands on his lap.
"You're brother, Mr. Tucker, is in critical condition; now the things I'm about to tell you are going to be shocking, but I'm just-"
"Yeah whatever, can you just please get on with it?" Dean said in a trembling voice.
The doctor sighed and nodded, looking down at his papers.
"Sam has sustained moderate TBC, along with-"
"Wait. What the hell is TBC?"
"Traumatic Brain Injury."
"W-what- what is it doing to him?"
"Well, we can't be sure until he wakes up, but the usual symptoms include headaches, memory loss, dizziness, loss of consciousness, seizures-"
"Seizure? Oh god," Dean faltered. "Dammit, Sammy."
The doctor looked at Dean sadly and, hating to be the bearer of bad news, he wasn't even finished with the poor kid's list of injuries.
"He also has suffered bruised kidneys, six broken ribs, massive blood loss, several contusions to the abdominal and face, first degree burns to his arms, a perforated intestine and right lung; along with minor injuries like a broken nose and a sprained wrist."
Dean sat forward in the chair, his face void of all color, his lower lip trembling and his eyes welling up with tears. There was no way- no, Sam was going to live. He had to.
"Are- are you done?"
"Unfortunately, no; the punctured lung Sam acquired caused him to have difficulty breathing and to make sure he doesn't stop, we have him on a ventilator. We also have to watch out for infections, mostly to his kidney, stab wound and burns."
Dean let out a big shaky breath. Oh god, Sam, why did this have to happen to you of all people? "Um, I know it- it sounds bad, but, uh, is he going to be okay? He's going to live right?"
"To be honest, Dean," the doctor began in a very serious tone, "I don't think your brother will make it through the night."
Dean's heart stopped, his blood running cold. His while body went numb and he felt like he'd just been punched in the gut. How did it get to be this bad?
"I think it'd be best if you said your goodbyes."
TBC :)
OMG I'm so evil aren't I. So when I was writing this and getting all the complications and injuries for Sam I showed my friends and I was like "with these injuries this kid is going to die!" and my friend was like "no shit! You should just have him die instead of having him suffer," and I was like no way in hell am I killing this kid, but like in real like, someone with this many injuries would either die or be in the hospital for the rest of his life."
Anyways, I won't kill Sam and Dean will find the guy who did this to his baby brother. Review like always; the next chapter will be up soon :)