1Chapter Three - Co-written by Leah
The hospital over head fluorescents danced in and out of her vision as the gurney raced down the white corridor with a flock of people now on either side of her. Leah looked past the nurse on her right and spotted Sam looking back at her from the other side of the hallway also surrounded by a multitude of people. "Female, approximately 24 years of age open fracture of the..." The voice fell to the back of her mind as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"X-ray can take one!" Someone screamed from down the hallway.
"Send the guy...we're calling in the portable to O.R. 3." Came the reply. "Ma'am...I need to know if you're allergic to anything?" She could barely keep up with who was yelling at her now as her will to stay awake was waning. "Can you tell me you're name? Are you allergic to anything? Ma'am?"
Leah glanced at Sam quickly. "I'm not allergic to anything." Crap.. She needed a name...
Sam met Leah's eyes seeing her floundering for a name in her haze of consciousness. He was having a time of it too, but he and his brother were used to coming up with this sort of thing quickly. Leah was quick but she hadn't been doing this as long. Sam knew he had an insurance card in his pocket that bore the last name Miller and family. No first name on the card. So he could possibly get away with giving her a first name to work with. Sam went with the first thing that popped into his head. "Gerdie," Sam couldn't help himself as he used the nickname for Gertrude. "You alright?!"
"I'm ok, Cliffy! I promise!" She hollered out. Looking back as her fussy nurse, she shook her head slightly. "Sorry. I'm- I'm just so confused and worried! Is he going to be alright? I- I don't want to leave his side..." Leah was about to come unglued. 'Gertrude?' She thought. 'How lame!!'
'Let's see how he likes Clifford as a name..' Leah thought, keeping the scared, confused look upon her face as the nurse tried to take her vitals and kept talking at her.
"I'm sure he's going to be alright." One of the nurses cooed softly to her trying to keep her calm as obviously this woman was clearly heart broken over this endearing couple.
'Cliffy' Sam cut a glance back at her his mouth falling open. This was war.
"Sir, I need your name and wether you are allergic to anything...can you tell me what happened to your feet?" They were already cutting the gauze that Dean had wrapped them in off by the time the team leader from the chopper came running up.
Sam watched as he grabbed one of the doctors aside and the whole crew paused a second, beds slamming to a halt. Sam grimaced as his body shifted from the sudden jolt and answered the questions as quickly as possible. "I'm Clifford Miller and that's my wife Gertrude Miller. I'm not allergic to anything." He turned looking back at her with worry even though there was a bit of anger at this new found battle the two of them seemed to have adopted to keep themselves awake. This was as bad as getting into a prank war with Dean...well almost as bad...he wasn't sure what all she had in her arsenal.
"Ok bring another portable to O. R. 2 and open the side doors so they can see each other." The doctor called out as he returned from having spoken with the leader from the chopper. The leader from the chopper gave them a thumbs up as he made good on his promise to do everything in his power to keep them together.
Leah was looking from her 'Husband' back to the nurse as she tried to answer all their questions. "I'm Gertrude Miller and I have no known allergies.. I think it's broken, but I don't know.. It's just numb. Is it supposed to be numb?" Tears filled her eyes.
The whole caravan swung back into motion as the questions began to fly again. "Numb is normal sometimes in situations like this." The doctor answered her quickly moving the nurse out of the way so he could get a good look at her arm where the bone was sticking out of the skin. "Can you two tell us what happened to you?"
Sam jerked around him his bed as they all made a turn and both beds nearly skidded into the wall from the pace the surgery teams had set. He looked over to Leah worriedly. Had they really even decided on the story. This was the moment of truth...the reason they had to stay together. The reason all this crazy husband and wife stuff had been invented. God he was too busy fighting the pain going through his feet hard and fast from the turn to answer them and waited to gear Leah's response so he could go along with her.
Leah shook her head, playing up the confused angle. She didn't have a clue. "I-I'm not sure.. I have all these crazy images in my head, but I can't make sense of them. I've never been so confused in my life. What happened to us?" Leah asked incredulously, playing the 'Post traumatic stress' card, praying like hell it worked on these people.
"Ok call in the police. I think there is a team already here with that FBI team from that lighthouse." The doctor called to one of the nurses. He then looked back down to Leah. "They'll want to ask you a few questions when you get out of recovery, but you just try to stay calm for now. We're just going to take a few pictures and give you both something else to help you relax and get prepped for surgery."
Sam met Leah's eyes at the mention of the team from the lighthouse. What in the world would bring the whole team in ? Had Dean killed some people in his and Bobby's escape? Oh God what had they missed?
They were asking him for answers now and he shoved them away with tears of confusion in his eyes as he took Leah's lead. "I c...can't...not now. Gerdie?" He called out in tears hoping that she answered his tone...got him off the hook with the doctors.
Leah was inwardly cracking under the pressure. "Oh- Oh God.. Can't you see what you're doing?!" She yelled, trying to get them all distracted. "We can't even remember what happened! What if their questioning makes it worse? Clifford, I promise they're not going to hurt you! You're scaring him!"
Sam narrowed his eyes a moment before all attention shifted to him. Crap. She was good he'd give her that, but that meant...aw shit. He felt the needle penetrate his arm with a hiss of a breath between his lips then saw Leah begin to fade from his vision as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He barely recalled the thought that penetrated his mind before he lost consciousness. Something was horribly wrong here.
Sam was wheeled into OR 2 as the door between the rooms was rolled open giving Leah a view of Sam and vise versa though he wasn't awake to take advantage of it at the moment. Leah was pulled into position in OR 3 as the doctors began to explain to her how she would remain conscious for her surgery with the aid of a block to a nerve in her shoulder.
There was a lot of x-raying and IV preparations and what seemed to take hours of endless torment before both sets of surgeons were ready to begin.
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4 hours later
Hendrickson watched as they removed the IV from his arm his mind racing a mile a minute. He knew that Dean was going to try something he just wasn't sure what yet and he wanted to be there for it when it happened so he made his way out into the hallway pulling his FBI coat back on over his shirt. He had just stepped past his door way when he heard the Nurse addressing one of the local officers.
Hendrickson curiously made his way into ear shot.
"They brought in a young couple in pretty bad shape from a medivac. It was the strangest thing. No one has seen anything like it. Not here anyway. They were on top of that tower crane out by the Parkview complex that is being built...Anyway. They're both in surgery, but it looks like they were accosted. The doctor said you would want to be brought up to speed. Probably want to question them when they get out of surgery." The nurse was going on. Hendrickson narrowed his eyes.
There was no way they had slipped past him and his men...and on top of a tower crane? Hendrickson was consumed with making sure though and the more he thought on it the more it seemed plausible to his clearly sinking sanity.
The Winchesters had to be stopped. They were monsters. They were killers...they were insane and a threat to everything and everyone they came into contact with. He had to make sure...he had to. He made his way toward the OR's quietly without checking in with anyone.
OR 2 had just finished and the surgery team was vacating the room making a call to have him moved to recovery. OR 3 was also clearing out and Hendrickson slipped in undetected taking in the prone figure of the man mostly covered with a blanket now...save for his freshly wrapped feet.
Hendrickson approached apprehensively to take in his face. "That's impossible." he breathed. He looked up to the open door and saw that Leah occupied the other table and was quite conscious.
Leah looked at the ceiling, but caught the sight of the FBI prick out of the corner of her eye. Oh God. What were they going to do now?! Seeing that the nurse was still in the room, Leah got an idea. 'Well... Nothing like trying, right?' She thought. Getting the nurse's attention, she whispered to her. "That man... He looks so familiar... and I think- Think he was with our attackers. I'm so scared... Please. Please get him away from here.. He might be crazy."
The nurse gave a quick glance upward and took in the man's face as she looked from him to Clifford Miller then back to Gertrude. "I'm sure it's nothing, Hun." The nurse began as she made her way into OR 2. "Sir can I help you?"
Hendrickson had to stop this now. He couldn't let Sam become a threat again.
He had thought this through...really he had. It would be better this way. He picked up a syringe out of view of the nurse and knocked a vial on its side to see the label that read "Morphine" and jabbed the needle into the netted top before pulling all the contents of the vial into the syringe.
"No ma'am. Can you tell me when these two might be available for questioning?" Hendrickson was obviously just trying to buy himself some time to do what he had so carefully planned...He didn't even care if the FBI supported his effort. He would have to disappear after this...well after this and Dean...maybe the girl and their friend too...but Dean and Sam had to die.
"Not until they are in recovery and responding well." The nurse replied quickly.
Hendrickson nodded. Of course...but Sam was never going to make it to recovery. Hendrickson saw that this nurse wasn't going to let him get away with this as she was now looking at him expectantly waiting for him to leave. "I think your patient needs you...I'll just be on my way." Hendrickson waited for her to turn her back...that's all he really needed. And of course she did. Hendrickson jammed the syringe into the IV bag above Sam's head and dispensed the liquid with a satisfied grin waiting to hear the monitor begin to go nuts before he dropped the syringe into his pocket and hurried out of the room.
Leah sat straight up, hearing the monitor go crazy. "Nurse! Nurse! My husband!" What the hell was going on now?! She struggled to get out of the blankets so she could check on him.
The nurse ran back into Leah's room as a host of doctors and nurses ran past Hendrickson into Sam's room all of them going into over time to try and work on the problem. The nurse grabbed the door between the rooms and slammed it shut cutting off Leah's view as she hurried to her side and tried to push her back into the bed. "It's just something with the anesthesia I'm sure." the nurse began instantly. "You have to calm down or you're going to hurt yourself."
Hendrickson paused outside OR 3 and looked in to see Leah in a tizzy. He smiled to himself meeting her eyes. She was next. He arched his eyes brows at her before he made his way down the hall. He would catch up with her in recovery just as soon as he checked on Dean.
"That man! He did something!" Leah tried to push past the nurse. "Follow that man!" She pointed at Hendrickson.
The nurse was surprised at the girl's strength. She pushed the button aside the bed and asked for help to subdue the poor woman as she looked to the FBI man she was indicating. "Honey, he's just here for questioning. He's not going to hurt either of you. Now Calm down! I need some help in here!"
Leah winced. Woo boy, this wasn't going to be pretty. Damn it all. She decked the nurse and jumped out of the bed towards Sam. She ran out, jerking the IV. With a yelp of pain, she pulled out the tubes and needles and went to Sam's side. This was the stupidest idea she'd ever had. Quickly pulling the IV drip from his arm, Leah pinched it off and held it above her head so none of the solution would leak out. Now they were going to throw her in the pen and she'd never be able to help Sam out.
The doctors and nurses made a mad dash for Leah as she ripped the IV from Sam's arm. Some of them were still working on him while the others began to chase her around the room. It was a race to end all other races.
"I can explain, I swear!" She screamed out as they chased her around the room. "That guy did something! You won't believe me, but I will NOT put my husband in danger from whatever he injected into this!" Even with a broken arm in a sling, Leah could move. Guess all those months of bouncing from place to place were paying off.
"Someone catch her dammit!" One of the doctors screamed out from the table where they were working on Sam as the door opened to two men bringing in a crash cart.
Then all at once the monitor suddenly flat lined.
"Clifford!" How she had managed to keep in character, she'll never know. But this was too important to screw up. She'd known the Winchester's... 9 Hours and already she counted them as friends. Which meant she'd go to hell and back for them. Besides, this was her job. "You've got to save him! That man did something to this! See, there's your proof!"
She held out the bag with the needle mark in it squeezing just hard enough for the liquid to make the hole visible. One of the doctors that had been chasing her paused. "Shit." he breathed actually listening to her. "What man?" He asked her as he turned back to those behind him. "His medication has been tampered with...get the Narcan if you can resuscitate him. Did you see what he gave him? What did the man look like? Did you know him?"
Leah paused. Hey, this was new. "The FBI guy or at least that's what he claimed to the nurse I laid out. Sorry about that, by the way. I don't know what the bottle was but he slipped the needle into his pocket. I think he's still around if you hurry!" Leah gave a pretty good description of his looks, urging them to hurry the hell up. She looked at Sam, fear evident in her eyes. "I don't know if I know him, but I sorta recognize his face! Please hurry!"
"Send some orderlies after the guy...None of the FBI personnel leave the hospital...and someone get her back into bed...and check on that nurse..." She received a glare from one of the other nurses as the doctor that had relayed her information approached her apprehensively.
"Just hand me the bag..."
"I've got a pulse." One of the nurses called out suddenly. "Tacky Sinus...but we've got something..."
The list of orders began to change immediately as the doctor looked from over his shoulder back to Leah. "See everything is going to be alright."
Relief filled her face as she finally calmed down. "He is? That's- Oh thank God. I-I'm really, really sorry about the nurse. I just-" She shook her head. "I just don't know what's happened and all this stuff is so totally crazy and I don't want to loose him." Leah said as she sobbed.