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John immediately stood up and approached the nurse. "Wh-Wh-what happened?" John asked.
The nurse's face displayed a sympathetic expression. "I honestly don't know Mr. Winchester. We got a phone call down here that said to send you up to Sam's room immediately. Dr. Thatcher needs to talk to you."
"Thank you for telling me," John choked out. He then turned to Caleb. "Can you stay here with Dean?"
Caleb felt his stomach clench as he spied the look of utter despair in his mentor's eyes. "Of course John."
John nodded his head and then quickly left the room and headed up to Sam's room.
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John exited the elevator on the floor of the ICU. He immediately began a brisk pace to Sam's room. When he turned on to Sam's hallway he spotted Bobby standing out in the hallway with an expression of pure panic on his face.
John felt his stomach drop. "Oh no, no, no, no!" thought John.
John began running to Bobby. "What's going on Bobby?" John yelled anxiously.
Bobby instantly looked up at his friend. Bobby really did not want to be the bearer of more bad news for the eldest Winchester.
"John...he...Sam...he...he crashed again Johnny. They are working on him in there right now. All I know is they got his heart beating again, but I don't know what's going on in there."
John turned his head and peeked into Sam's room through the window. He could barely make out his son amidst the many people currently working to save his life.
John turned back to Bobby. Bobby noticed the glistening shine in John's eyes, knowing that John was on the verge of crying.
"Bobby, what happened?"
Bobby looked John in the eyes. "John, I was sitting with him, just talking to him hoping he would wake up, when suddenly the alarms were blaring. Next thing I know I'm out in the hallway and I see them bringing in the crash cart." Bobby felt a tear roll down his cheek as he remembered how completely terrified he had been at that instant. "I'm so sorry Johnny. I'm so sorry."
Bobby brought an arm around John's shoulder hoping the simple action would offer a little bit of comfort to his friend. The two men simply waited anxiously for word on Sam.
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Ten minutes later, the two men instantly became alert when they saw Sam being wheeled out of the room on a gurney. John felt nauseous when he got a good look at Sam. He did not think it was possible for Sam to look paler than he had been several hours ago, but he was. Sam looked like he was barely alive.
John immediately began running after the gurney begging for some answers when he felt an arm on his shoulder.
John stopped and turned around to find himself face to face with Dr. Thatcher.
"What's going on with my son?" John questioned.
Dr. Thatcher's face was somber. "John, Bobby, why don't you come with me to the conference room."
John froze. Bobby and the doctor became nervous seeing how pale John became.
"John?" asked Bobby fearing his friend was going to pass out.
"I can't go into that conference room," John stated.
"What?" questioned the doctor and Bobby in unison.
John slid down the wall to the floor and then stared straight ahead. "When people go into conference rooms with doctors that have the facial expression you are currently expressing, the doctor usually wants to tell the family member that there loved one is critically ill or dying." John blinked quickly to try to rid his eyes of the tears that had filled them. "Well I can't go in there because I can't listen to you tell me that my little boy is dying. He's just a kid. He is not some old man who has lived a full good life...He's...he's...he's just a kid. I just can not follow you into a room so that you can tell me that...So if you have something to tell me, just tell me here."
John looked up at Dr Thatcher and Bobby's faces. Both held looks of sympathy and pity for John. "Dr. Thatcher, if you don't take me into that room I can still have a little bit of hope that my kid is going to be okay. My son still has his whole life ahead of him. I need to know that my vibrant, inquisitive, naive, lovable kid is going to live and experience life. Doctor his life has just begun. So please just tell me that he's going to be okay," John pled. "Tell me he's going to be fine!" John yelled.
Both Bobby and Dr. Thatcher flinched at John's words.
Bobby went to sit next to John on the floor where Dr. Thatcher soon joined.
She grabbed John's arm gently before describing Sam's condition.
"John, his heart stopped. We got him back, but his heart beat is very irregular. My fear is that he has developed an infection, which is impairing the function of his heart. We are sending Sam for several tests to confirm my suspicions."
John attempted to swallow the lump in his throat while Bobby took a quick inhale of breath at the news.
"Ok well what does that mean for Sam if you are right?" John questioned softly.
"John his body is too weak. He's already been on antibiotics because of the blood transfusions, and honestly with how high his temperature is rising, there is really nothing more we can do except make Sam comfortable."
"What the hell do you mean more comfortable?"
"John...if Sam does not beat this infection in the next twenty-four hours, it is very unlikely he will survive...I'm so sorry John." Dr. Thatcher then stared at her hands waiting for the reaction from the heart broken father.
John and Bobby were both hoping desperately that they did not hear her right.
"Do you mean my son could possibly die?" John whispered.
Dr. Thatcher nodded her head yes. "I'm so sorry John. For now though I am going to finish the tests, make Sam comfortable, and then we all need to hope that the antibiotics do their job and Sam fights his hardest."
Dr Thatcher stood up and left to go check on Sam, leaving two devastated men behind.
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Bobby entered Dean's room two hours later.
Caleb instantly turned when he sensed another person in the room. Dean was still asleep, but Caleb predicted that would not last much longer.
"How's Sammy Bobby?" Caleb asked.
Bobby's facial expression was all the answer Caleb needed.
Bobby took a deep breath before filling Caleb in on the details finishing with the fact that the results showed that Sam does in fact have an infection.
Caleb focused his tear filled eyes on Dean knowing that this news was going to completely destroy Dean.
"How's Johnny?" Caleb asked.
"He's in bad shape Caleb. He is laying in Sam's bed just holding the kid. The doc says if Sam's fever does not lower soon he won't survive another few hours because of his low blood pressure and irregular heart beats...He said he wants us to fill Dean in on what's going on. But they won't let anyone else in there with Sam. With Dean's injuries they can't have Sam exposed to any other possible bacterias. It's just so hard because those two boys are so close. They mean everything to each other and you know that Sammy would want Dean there when..." Bobby could not bear to finish the statement. Merely thinking about the death of the youngest Winchester was crushing Bobby Singer.
Both men instantly tensed however when a quiet voice asked, "Sammy would want me there when what?"
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John was laying with Sam in his bed. Doctor Thatcher had recently told John that Sam did in fact have a concussion. She had also told him that Sam had possibly only hours to live if the infection did not get under control. At those words all John wanted to do was hold his son. Being mindful of the IV's and ice packs trying to bring down his son's dangerously high fever, John scooted onto Sam's bed and cradled his dying son close to him.
John tensed as Sam began moaning in pain again as he thrashed his head from side to side. The heat radiating from Sam's body chilled John to the core. "It's okay baby, Daddy's here. I'm here with you kid," John whispered to Sam. "I will stay with you Sammy. You just keep fighting son, but I wanted to tell you that I am so proud of you and I love you so much. I promise I will stay with you Sammy."
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"Sammy would want me there when what?"
"Dean," both Caleb and Bobby said in unison.
Dean tensed when he glimpsed the tears in both men's eyes. His face fell and his eyes widened. "Oh no...is Sammy okay?" Dean questioned anxiously.
Both men looked at the ground in response. Dean felt tears creep into his eyes.
"Someone answer me!" Dean yelled.
Bobby looked at Dean, and Dean felt his heart shatter as he spotted the grief in Bobby's eyes.
"Dean, Sam has an infection."
"Well then give him some antibiotics," Dean responded.
"No you don't understand Dean...they aren't working...Dean..."
Bobby sat down on the bed next to Dean.
"Oh...Bobby...no...they aren't...he's...Sammy...is he going to die?" Dean choked out.
Bobby bowed his head. "Dean...they've done everything they can...with everything that has happened...he's just...his body is so damaged...Dean your dad is with Sam...he's laying with him for now..."
"You mean dad is holding Sam while he dies," Dean said through the lump in his throat.
Bobby had nothing to say to the kid he looked at as his own son.
"Bobby" Dean's voice cracked, "Bobby I want to be with my brother."
Bobby looked at Dean. "I'm sorry kid, they won't let anyone in Sam's room anymore. They are trying to give the kid a fighting chance, and with your injuries you could expose Sam to more bacteria. I'm so sorry Dean."
"Bobby," Dean said his voice laced with despair, "I want my brother." Dean sounded like he was a broken-hearted five-year-old, not a strong tough teenager.
Bobby noticed Dean begin to break down in the bed, so he laid down next to Dean in the bed and wrapped his arms around the middle Winchester as he cried hysterically for his baby brother.
Caleb sat in a chair in the corner of the room. He felt his gut clench painfully when he heard the loud sob erupt from Dean on the bed as the middle Winchester was overcome with grief for his baby brother.
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In Dean's room, Dean had cried himself to sleep and overcome by exhaustion both Caleb and Bobby followed suit.
In Sam's room John had fallen asleep cuddling his youngest son to his body.
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An hour later, John woke up and turned to look at the monitors in Sam's room. His eyes widened when he looked at several of the readings. John instantly turned to yell for help when he spotted Doctor Thatcher standing in Sam's room.
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