Sam

When we walked into the motel room you could feel there was something wrong. I rushed over to Kenzie's side pulling the rag from her head, and although she was shivering, I could already see she had sweated through her cloths and the first layer of sheets on the bed. I yanked the covers back and unplugged the heat pad before dropping it to the ground. I didn't even have to put my hand on her forehead to know that she was unbearably hot, and she was, I almost couldn't even touch her.

"Dean!" He was next to me in seconds, turning on the bed side lamp before placing his hand on her forehead the same way I had. He yanked his hand away. "I'll get some cold wet towels." He said and disappeared into the bathroom. I pushed the blankets away from her body and started pulling off her soaked shirt, even her shirt was boiling hot. I tossed it to the ground, and that's when I noticed it.

"Dean! You're gonna wanna see this." He was back at my side with a cold wet towel and rag. He looked questioning at me for a second but then he saw it, he saw what was causing our sisters illness. A four inch cut lining her side was swollen angry and infected. It wasn't a normal infection though. Blood poisoning.

He whipped out his cell and flipped it open and dialed 9-1-1, then he grabbed an empty bag and walked out of the room. He came back a few seconds later, I was sitting on the bed opposite Kenzie, bag full of ice and snapping his phone shut. He dumped the bag out on her stomach, on top of the towel, and you could almost hear the ice sizzling as it melted away.

When Dean came and sat down next to me on the bed I could see how worried he was. Neither of us said anything but we were both freaking out a little. Its not that we have never dealt with a sick Kenzie its just that we have never dealt with a really sick Kenzie before. Normally she'll. Take a couple Tylenol and sleep for a few hours then she's fine. This was something new.

This was scary.

"How's she doing?" he asked, it's not that it was a stupid question its more that he already knew the answer to that question. Unconscious and very sick.

"She'll live." I hope, I thought. I've read about blood poisoning, and I knew she could die if it was bad enough, but I didn't tell Dean that. I knew he was beating himself up too about leaving last night, and I didn't want to make him feel any worst then he already did. I saw him nod his head. We waited.

Five minutes later the paramedics were there taking our little sister away and asking a series of questions that dean answered automatically.

How long has she had the fever?

When did she get those cuts?

How did she get those cuts?

He answered all of them perfectly. Something I wouldn't have been able to do as my eyes followed my sister being wheeled out of the room.

"Are you guys family?" he asked us.

"We're her brothers." Dean said, he was standing next to me now.

"Would one of you like to ride with her?" the man asked us.

"You go ahead," Dean said "I'll take Baby and meet you there."

"Right." is all I could say. I climbed into the back of the ambulance with Kenzie. They shut the doors and we started moving. They let me hold her hand while they worked, although you couldn't ask me anything they did because my mind was running a million miles an hour.

Why did I leave her?

How did I not know something was this wrong?

I'm a bad big brother.

could I let this happen?!

I thought it was just a fever.

My head just went on and on all the way to the hospital.

More questions were asked and I gave them answers although I don't remember what was said at all. Tears welled in my eyes but I willed them away. Kenzie needed me strong. For her.

They stopped me at the double swinging doors that I wasn't aloud to pass. So I went to the waiting room. I waited. It seemed like an hour but it was only ten minutes before Dean was sitting next to me holding two cups of coffee and Kenzie's afghan folded in his arms. I knew he must of broke every speed limit on the way to get here and get coffee and only be ten minutes behind the ambulance. I took a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"Never again." I said leaning my head back against the wall.

"Never again." he agreed. No words needed to be said as to what we were agreeing on, we both knew.

Never again would we leave our little sister alone when she's sick ever again.

He too laid his head against the wall closing his eyes. About an hour and a half later someone came into the room.

"Family of MacKenzie Goodwin?"

So do you remember that long chapter I promised you? Well its coming. And its chapter 9! Alright leave a review for me. Chapter 9 will be up very soon.