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chapter 28

John came half an hour later. He was quiet and resolute, his face set in a grim line. Sam did not call him, he assumed that one of the

nurses called him. He did not really care. His attention was fixed onto the curtains or rather what was behind it. The doctor, Sam

could not remember her name, had drawn them around Dean ("to give him some privacy") and disappeared behind them too. Sam

could see her feet, and that of the pretty blonde, as they worked on Dean.

"Something is really really wrong with him dad, something with his heart" Sam refused to look at John. He talked to the curtain,

unwilling to watch Johns reaction. He did not want to be the one to devestate his own father. "Yeah." Said John softly. There was a

touch of defeat in his voice. His gaze never flickered off the curtain for more than a few seconds.

"Is that all you can say dad?Huh?!" Sam coughed a little. He brought his mouth up to calm his breathing. John's eyes sparkled. Sam

could not tell what he was thinking. With his face unreadable.

"What can I do Sammy! What do you want me to do? Just tell me for christ's sake."

Sam sank back onto his pillows, receeding away from John's angry words. His father softened after a second. His voice was quieter

the next time he spoke. "I'm sorry Sam. I am just so tired. I have no idea what to do.

I do not know how much more I can take. Sammy, I dunno. I can't...lose...either of you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to

watch you boys lying there in front of me. It shouldn't be like this. It is killing me." John swallowed a sob. "Do you know how much it

killed me when in those first few days. I had abandoned you both. The last words I said to you... the last time I saw you. You might

have died thinking I wasn't proud of you.

Thinking that I hated you. I d..do..don't Sammy. I am so proud of you. My boy got into college. And now Dean-" John gestured

helplessly towards the curtain. He buried his head in his hands. Sam was surprised, to say the least. He had grown up with the

upspoken rule that open emotion was his enemy.Emotion was a liabilaty. And now, John had broken down in front of him. He

wondered what he should do. He was used to a different father. The stoic and resolute father of the past. This man was vulnerable,

emotional and more human. Should he comfort him? Give him a hug (he dismissed that idea quickly)? Instead Sam settled for a

gentle pat on the shoulder. It was quick and simple and conveyed all the messages he wanted to say. He sympathised with him and

was there for him.

He could not put this into words though. His throat was still tight with fear for Dean.

Doctor Murton reappeared a few minutes later. John stood up straighter. Sam could feel his own heart begin to pound harder. She

looked confused. Her eyes kept darting back to the folder in her hands. A strand of hair had fallen across her face.

"What-"

"What is it?"

"We haven't managed to stabilise your brother at the moment, I am sorry. We are working extremely hard on it but it is difficult."

Sam sensed there was something that she was holding back. Her frown which was still evident on her forehead. Sam looked at his

father. He had noticed the same thing as well.

"The thing is, I was reviewing all of your brothers test results. It's confusing. But I've double checked. I am absolutely sure. Your

brother's heart stopped twice since the crash-"

Sam gasped. The doctor nodded and continued. "-and this would naturally add some stress to his heart. But I see no reason for his

diagnosis. A possible heart transplant? His stats and vitals indicate the opposite.

I believe that there has been a problem with your brothers diagnosis. Apart from the rough and stress that he has been through, he's

a perfectly healthy young man."

"Well, why is he like this? Why is he sick?"

Doctor Murton shook her head. "that's the thing- I have no idea. I've run every test I can think of. Officially I can say, there is no

medical reason why your brother is like this. By all accounts he should be sitting up in bed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's

cursed or something."

Sam and John nodded simultaneously. "Or something," the agreed grimly.