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Chapter 27.
Sam woke to the sound of his brothers mumbling. It took him a few seconds to realise were he was, confused by the unfamiliarness of his surroundings and groggy by the
sedative.
"Dean?" He asked. It took him a second to realise what was happening. His brother was asleep and dreaming. He was obviously having a nightmare. Hopefully not the same
nightmare I just had, for that is what Sam put it down to. There was a sheen of sweat across Deans forehead. Sam could see it clearly in the dimmed light of the hospital ward.
He looked around, searching for someone to help. The chair between them was empty so he could only assume that his father had left when he was asleep. Looking at Dean,
who was clearly in distress, killed him. He could not get to his brother and help him.
"Dean?" he tried again. this time louder. He grunted when he got no response.
"Hey, my brother needs help. Help!" He called as loud as could. He noticed the various gazes of the patients turn to him. He did not care. He was focused on the three people
that were heading towards his bed. Two in scrubs and one in a white coat.
"What is the matter?" the middle aged woman in white coat reached him first. The younger man and woman coming in a close second.
"He, he won't wake up. I think he's having a nightmare."
The woman nodded. She knelt before Dean, gently nudging his shoulder with one hand and reaching behind her with the other. The young blonde haired woman in the scrubs
handed her the chart. She flicked it over and read the notes. "Hmm." Sam frowned at the noise. That was not a good noise. "Hey, hey. What is wrong with him?"
The woman straightened up. "Dean?" She ignored Sam. "Get his temp." She took out a torch and lifted Deans eyelids. She shone the light into them. Sam watched anxiously,
more confused than ever.
"How longs he been like this?" she finally turned around. "Since I woke up about 10 minutes ago." he answered faintly.
"His temps and heart rate are elevated. I am not comfortable with this, with his condition, so I going to order some tests to check for any infections."
With his condition. "What do you mean, in his condition?"
The doctor held Sams gaze. There was a tense silence. " Well his heart is very weak at the moment, as you know. He may be at risk of a heart attack if we allow this to continue
untreated. We need to get his heart rate stabilised."
"heart attack?" Sam echoed stupidly, "But he is just having a nightmare."
The woman shook her head in sympathy. "When we get the test results back we will know more."
"Dean is too young to be having a heart attack," he shook his head, "God, how will I tell him?" He could feel himself close to tears. Sam dreaded that conversation. Dean was the
most lively, athletic person he knew.
How could he tell him that he could possibly have heart attack?
When he looked up again, he and Dean were alone again. The doctor and the man in scrubs had moved off. Sam did not really care where. The blonde woman lingered beside
his bedside. She was weaving on the spot, clearly wanting to speak. She kept trying to catch Sams eye. Sam smiled and she took it as her cue to talk.
"hey, just wanted to say that, well, it sucks about your brother. I got a brother. I hate the guy, I mean he bugs the life out of me, but I love him and I would do anything for him."
Sam nodded. "It would kill me to see him like this. So, I just wanted to say, I am sorry. We'll do everything we can. Doctor Murton is the best. She is a bitch but she is the best."
"Thanks," Sam murmured. The woman half smiled and turned. "Wait." She stopped.
"What's your name?"
"I am Meg." The woman smiled.
a/n: yeah, it is the Meg from season 1 :)