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Once Bobby had returned to the emergency room after his phone call with John, he began pacing in the little space he had. All he could think about was the sight of Dean's leg and the amount of blood little Sam had lost.
A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman placed her purse on one of the seats in the emergency room and approached Bobby. She touched his arm and said, "Excuse me sir. I don't mean to bother you but you look quite upset and I'm just waiting for my husband to get a few stitches so please I want you to have my seat."
Bobby looked up at the woman. She noticed the grief in the anxious man's tear-filled eyes. She gave Bobby a sympathetic look and pointed to the chair. Bobby mumbled thanks to her before slumping down into the chair and placing his head in his hands.
In the two hours that followed Bobby's initial entrance to the emergency room, things had begun to calm down. Most of the people who had minor injuries had been patched up and released quickly so that the hospital stuff could turn all their attention to the more serious patients. Serious patients like Sam and Dean. Bobby had spent that time sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair with his face in his hands thinking about the two boys he loved as if they were his own sons. Bobby checked his watch. 'John should be here any minute if Caleb was driving as fast as I imagine he was,' Bobby thought to himself. The thought did not ease his fraying nerves.
Bobby was panicking. No word had come on either of the boys yet. Every time the red doors to the emergency room swung open, Bobby hoped the doctor would call out 'Family of Sam or Dean Winchester,' but he had not been lucky yet.
Bobby sighed and looked around the waiting room. Almost everyone sitting in the waiting room looked like he or she was anxiously awaiting the news on a loved one who had been injured by this horrific natural disaster.
Bobby looked over to his left to see a woman talking to a doctor behind a glass door. The next thing Bobby saw chilled him to the bone. The doctor placed his hand on the woman's shoulder, said something to her, and she became hysterical. Bobby saw the doctor catch the woman as her legs gave out. Bobby knew instantly that the woman had gotten the worst news possible; that a loved one had passed away. Bobby felt tears well up in his eyes. He placed his head in his hands. His shoulders began to shake as he silently sobbed for the boys. 'Please let those boys be okay, please,' Bobby whispered to himself.
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John saw the sign on the road saying one mile to the hospital.
"Finally," he mumbled. The car ride had been filled with anxiety. The conversation John had with Bobby several hours ago was playing over and over again in his head.
"Johnny, Dean's leg is in bad shape and he probably has a concussion."
John felt a tear spill down his cheek.
"And Sam?" John hesitantly asked.
Bobby really did not want to answer John's question.
"John…"
Caleb was driving far beyond the speed limit while a distressed John sat beside him awaiting the condition of his youngest.
John felt several more tears spilling down his cheeks. "Bobby please."
"John…it's bad…it's really bad."
John felt his heart stop for a second. "Wh-Wh-What do you mean?" John stuttered.
"Johnny, Sam has a broken wrist, gash on his forehead, bump on the back of his head, and…"
John felt more tears roll down his cheek.
"Wait, there's more?"
"Sam lost a lot of blood because a piece of glass speared him in the back," Bobby whispered.
John paled. "Did you just say a piece of glass speared him?"
Caleb instantly turned in John's direction open-mouthed in shock.
John could hear Bobby's voice crack as he responded. "Yeah."
John felt like he was on the verge of loosing it. "Bobby…"
Bobby shuddered as he heard how broken the tough John Winchester sounded. "Johnny, they are being looked at right now. There hasn't been any word yet, just get here as soon as you can."
Caleb heard John mumble, "I'm almost here boys. I'm almost here."
Caleb pressed down harder on the gas pedal at those words. The boys needed their dad.
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Dean felt something prick him in the hand. He then noticed many hands poking and prodding his leg and head. That is when Dean also noticed how much pain he was in.
Dean's eyes slowly opened as he unwillingly moaned from the pain.
"He's awake!" He heard a voice yell.
Seconds later a man's face came into his vision. "Hi I'm Dr. Stilm. Can you tell me your full name?"
Dean did not know what name to use. The pain in his head caused him to spout out the first name he could think of, "D…D…Dean Winchester."
"Good Dean."
'Guess Bobby used our real names,' Dean thought to himself in relief.
"Okay. I imagine you are in a lot of pain. We are going to give you something for it very soon. Could you tell me what happened?"
Dean scrunched his head in pain. "Uh…earthquake…TV stand…fell…on me."
That is when Dean remembered something very important. "Sammy!" Dean yelled.
The Dr. immediately tried to calm Dean down. "You have to calm down, son."
"Nooooo! Where is my brother? Sammy!" Dean began flinging his arms around in a blind panic.
"We have to sedate him," The doctor yelled.
"NO!" Dean yelled, "Where's my brother?!"
Dean felt a prick in his arm. The last thing Dean saw and heard as the sedative flowed through his bloodstream was a nurse mumble to the doctor, "His brother is the one speared by the glass," and then the doctor significantly paled and gave Dean a pity-filled look before Dean's eyes involuntarily slipped shut.
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Bobby was beyond anxious by this point. He just wanted to know how the boys were. He had asked the nurse multiple times, but every time she gave him the same answer. "The doctor will be out to talk to you. I know it's hard, but you have to be patient."
"Screw patience," Bobby mumbled. He got out of his seat and marched over to the nurse sitting behind a desk.
"Listen, my nephews have been back there forever and I demand information. NOW!" Bobby yelled in frustration.
The nurse paled significantly. She opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted when two men came running through the doors to the entrance of the hospital yelling, "Bobby!" in unison.
Bobby adverted his gaze from the nurse to the two men and relief overwhelmed him. John Winchester was finally here.
A weary John quickly made his way over to Bobby with Caleb hot on his heels.
"Any word Bobby." John asked.
"Sorry John but…" Bobby never had a chance to finish his response as a weary doctor came through the red double doors of the Emergency Room and said, "Family of Dean Winchester."
The three men made their way to the man.
The doctor introduced himself. "I'm Dr. Stilm."
John shook the man's hand and said, "I'm Dean's father, John Winchester. These are his two uncles Caleb and Bobby."
"Why don't we sit?" The doctor suggested and the four men made their way to the plastic chairs.
Once everyone was sitting the doctor began. "Mr. Winchester, Dean's right leg is, to put it simply, in bad shape. It appears that his patella, or kneecap, has become misplaced. The bones of his lower leg are also both broken, his fibula and tibia. It also appears that during movement after the damage was done, his ACL was damaged as was the meniscus, or cartilage in his knee. There is also a slight fracture to his femur."
The doctor allowed the three men a minute to process the information. He gave the men a sympathetic look as he continued.
"I know this sounds overwhelming, but through surgery I am going to try to do everything in my power to fix Dean's leg. I'm not going to lie to you, it is going to be an intense surgery and Dean faces a long recovery. We will know more about what that recovery will entail after the surgery."
John was having a hard time grasping how damaged his oldest boy's leg was. He looked up at the doctor. "So he needs surgery?"
"I'm afraid so Mr. Winchester. I'm going to need your consent since he's a minor."
John accepted the form Dr. Stilm handed him and signed his name.
"Mr. Winchester…"
"Please," John interrupted, "Call me John."
"Ok, John, there is a little more about Dean's condition."
'More!' the three men thought in disbelief.
"He has a mild concussion and we unfortunately were forced to sedate him in the exam room."
"What?" John exclaimed becoming angry.
Dr. Stilm noticed the glares the three men were sending his way.
"Please understand, I only did it because I had no other choice. Dean became hysterical yelling for his brother. His hysterics we were afraid would harm his leg."
John felt his heart break. His eldest was panicking because of his youngest.
"I understand doctor. Is Dean going to be okay?"
Dr. Stilm looked John in the eye. "If the surgery goes well, I have high hopes that Dean should recover nicely as long as he does not encounter any significant setbacks."
John, Caleb, and Bobby's shoulders sagged in relief.
John then asked, "Doctor, do you know anything about my youngest."
Dr. Stilm shook his head no. "I'm sorry John. Now, Dean is being prepped for surgery as we speak, so I am going to go get ready. You can either stay here or head up to the surgical waiting room on the third floor. I will have a nurse find you when the surgery is complete and you can go see Dean."
John, Caleb, and Bobby shook the doctor's hand before he left.
A moment later, a female doctor with a somber expression on her face and blood on her scrubs came through the red double doors. "Family of Samuel Winchester."
John felt nauseous as he spied the blood on the doctor's scrubs. He knew it was his Sammy's blood and judging by the doctor's face, she did not have good news.
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