A Hiccup in Time Ch. 27
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Author's Note: First of all I want to THANK EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU for the wonderful reviews for this story. I am so flabbergasted to have reached the one thousand mark---something that I never would have dreamt would happen! Secondly, I had hoped to have this chapter up yesterday, but my mind was to addled with everything going on to write.
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Previously: Previously: "He's not breathing Dean, God help me, I can't get him to breath." John sobbed as he started another round of compressions on his youngest son.
Kneeling beside his dad, Dean took over with the mouth to mouth resuscitation so John could focus on the chest thrusts. As he watched his dad do the compressions, he pleaded with Sammy to fight. "Come on little brother, you can do it, breathe." Taking a deep breath, he placed his mouth over Sammy's nose and mouth and gave him two quick puffs of life sustaining breath. Checking for and finding no response, he nodded to his dad to continue and they repeated the process once again.
"Damn it Sammy, breathe!" John begged brokenly as he began the compressions once again with tears rolling down his face. He couldn't lose his baby after everything they've been through. Looking towards Dean, he nodded his head for Dean to do the rescue breaths when Sammy suddenly started coughing and choking. Quickly reaching under his baby boy and rolling him to his side, John supported his youngest as he began to cough the water up out of his lungs forcefully.
"Oh thank God" John and Dean stated simultaneously as Sammy took his first full breath and then started crying intensely. Dean quickly wrapped his arms around his baby brother and picked him up cradling him to his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down Sammy's back. "Shhh, it's okay, Deanie's got you." he whispered into Sammy's ear as he rocked his brother back and forth.
"Dean, we need to get those wet clothes off of Sammy and warm him up before Sammy goes into shock." Bobby informed the older brother, worried about the little tyke slipping into the dreaded state at his age.
Nodding his head in understanding, Dean went to lower his brother to his lap to change him when Sammy started sobbing even louder. "No Deanie, hold me pwease." Sammy cried as he clasped his arms around Dean's neck and held on for dear life, trembling in fear.
"Shh, it's okay." Dean soothed as he looked over to John with a "What am I supposed to do?" expression on his face.
"You hold him Dean and I'll remove his clothes." John said as reached around Sammy's waist to unfasten his jeans. He quickly pulled the wet jeans and boxers off and then reached for the shirt, but when he tried to remove Sammy's arms from around Dean's neck, his youngest son agitatedly pushed him away
"No, weave me 'wone." Sammy cried as he lowered his head into the crook of Dean's neck and started shivering uncontrollably.
"Sammy, daddy needs to take your shirt off buddy." John soothed as he carded his fingers through Sammy's hair trying to comfort his youngest. "I don't want you to get sick baby."
"Noooo," Sammy wailed as he tightened his hold once again. Not knowing what else to do to comfort the anxious toddler, Dean started singing Carry On My Wayward Sonsoftly as he rocked back and forth. As he sung, Dean noticed that Sammy started relaxing a little as he listened to the words of the tune.
After a few minutes when the crying finally turned into hiccups, he sat Sammy on his lap and started removing his wet shirt as he continued the song. Seeing Bobby offer his jacket, Dean quickly took it and wrapped it around Sammy and then cradled his baby brother in his arms once again. "Let's get him back to the house." Dean whispered as Sammy's eyes slipped close, even though his breath was still hitching.
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By the time the hunters arrived back at the house, Sammy had fallen into a restless slumber and both John and Dean were worried about him. He had whimpered most of the way home in his sleep and they could only imagine the horrors that were assaulting his dreams. That wasn't the only thing they were worried about however since Dean had noticed on the way back to the house that Sammy felt like he was starting to run a low grade fever.
As Dean carried Sammy upstairs to get him dressed into some warm clothing and put him to bed, Bobby informed John that he was going to make a call to a good friend of his named Tony who was a doctor at the local clinic. Tony knew about his hunting lifestyle due to a little problem with a haunting a few years back at the clinic. He knew he could trust Tony to take care of the youngest Winchester and keep it quiet should Sammy turn back to Sam in the middle of his check up.
While they waited for Tony to arrive, John took a hot shower and changed into some dry clothing and then kept an eye on Sammy while Dean did the same. As he lay on the bed and watched his sleeping child. John softly caressed his cheeks with his thumb and whispered. "I'm so sorry Sammy. I wish I could have kept that demon from hurting you." Hearing the door open, he looked up to see Bobby entering the room with another man, Dean standing just behind them having just gotten out of the shower.
"John, this is Tony." Bobby said as he introduced the tall middle aged man standing beside him as they walked into the room. "He's the doctor I was telling you about earlier.
Getting up from the bed, John reached out to shake the man's hand. "Thanks for coming on such short notice, I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome. Bobby informed me about everything that happened." Tony informed the concerned father as he immediately started assessing the sleeping toddler on the bed. Lifting Sammy's pajama top up, he put his stethoscope to Sammy's chest to listen to his lung sounds. Hearing a wet or crackling sound, he grimaced knowing that the toddler before him had aspirated some water into his lungs which wasn't good.
Seeing the grimace on the doctor's face, Dean became extremely concerned. "What is it doc, what's wrong with Sammy?"
"I'm a little concerned about the bilateral rhonchi sounds I'm hearing in his lungs. I'm sure you've noticed by now that he has been emitting some wheezing sounds. It means that his lungs are a little wet right now. Because it was pond water that he aspirated, I'm concerned that Sammy could develop a bacterial infection in his lungs." Tony answered as he looked at the anxious brother before him.
"What can you do for it doc?" Dean questioned as he walked over to stand by his dad and Sammy.
"Well, I'd like to give him an antibiotic injection after I finish my exam and then I'll write a prescription for him that he needs to take over the next few weeks to make sure he doesn't develop an infection or pneumonia." Tony replied as he looked to John for permission.
"Whatever you think is best doc." John replied as sat down on the edge of the bed to prod Sammy awake. It took him a few minutes, but he was finally able to awaken his youngest who immediately latched his arms around his neck upon seeing a stranger in the room and began trembling.
Kissing Sammy on the top of his head, John said, "S'okay tiger. This is a doctor friend of Bobby's and he's come over to check on you to see if he can make you feel a little better okay bud."
Shaking his head no, Sammy tucked his head into the John's chest and wrapped his arms around his daddy's waist.
"Sammy, you will let the doctor take a look at you." John stated with a firm tone, hating the way his son flinched in his arms. "I don't want you getting sick and the only way we can keep that from happening is to have Tony examine you."
Seeing how afraid the little one was and wanting to ease his fears, Tony said, "Sammy, I promise I won't hurt you and if you want to, you can sit on your daddy's lap while I check you over. Will that be okay?"
Turning his head to look at the doctor, Sammy plopped his thumb in his mouth and nodded his head as a lone tear trailed down his face. He really didn't want the doctor to touch him, but he didn't want to chance daddy giving him a spanking either.
Tony worked as quickly as possible to take Sammy's pulse, check his temperature, and listen to his lung sounds once again since he was now awake. He also checked his ears and throat to check for any irritation in thoe areas. Once he finished his assessment, he smiled and said, "Looks like you're doing pretty good Sammy, but you are running a slight fever so I'm going to give you something to help make you feel a little better. Reaching into his bag, Tony pulled out a syringe and a vial which held the antibiotic he planned to inject into Sammy's derriere.
Immediately upon seeing the needle in the doctor's hands, Sammy began to cry loudly. "No daddy pwease, I no want a shot." He tried to scramble down off of John's lap, but found himself pulled into a firm embrace.
"I no you don't baby, but the doctor said you need it. I promise, it will only hurt for a minute." John soothed as he spun Sammy around and held his crying young one to his chest. He watched as Tony prepped the syringe with the needed medicine before reaching forward to grasp the top of Sammy's pajama bottoms.
Lowering Sammy's pajamas just a little, Tony quickly swabbed the area with an antiseptic wipe and then quickly inserted the needle into Sammy's little behind. He sighed as the toddler immediately howled in pain and started sobbing even harder. "I'm so sorry sport." He said as he delivered the needed dose and then placed a small bandage on the injection area.
After getting the injection, Sammy glanced around the room until he found the one person he really wanted right now and that was Dean. Reaching out his arms, he sobbed "Deanie hold Sammy pwease."
Scooping his baby brother into his arms, Dean cuddled him to his chest and began to rub his back in comforting circles. "Shh, I gotcha little dude, nothing's gonna hurt you now." He began to pace back and forth across the floor whispering soothing words into Sammy's ear as he watched his dad and the others leave the room. He would find out later what the doc was saying to his dad and Bobby, right now his main concern was Sammy.
By the time that John had returned to the room thirty minutes later, Sammy was once again lying in the bed asleep with Dean lying right beside him carding his fingers through Sammy's curly locks. As John opened the door, Dean placed a finger against his lips informing John of the need to be quiet. "What did the doctor say?" Dean questioned with a whisper, concerned about his brother's health.
"Tony said he's going to be fine. We just need to watch him for signs of a chest infection over the next two weeks and make sure he takes his medicine. Bobby is taking the prescription to get it filled right now." John answered as he sat down on the other side of Sam and ran his fingers gently through Sammy's hair.
Knowing that he would never have a better time to talk to his dad about Sam's feelings earlier of being left behind, Dean said, "Hey dad, I think we need to talk."
"What about?" John queried as he looked at his oldest child with a questioning look.
"This morning when Sam woke up and found out you and Bobby were gone, he thought you had left him behind. Sam actually asked if you planned on coming back. He was convinced you were tired of the way things are now and wanted to be rid of him. "Dean answered with a sigh. "You really need to talk to him dad and reassure him that that will never happen, he was really depressed about it and it's got me worried."
"I'll make sure I talk to him Dean, he's got enough on his plate without having to worry about that too." John stated feeling guilty. He knew he needed to do something to convince Sam that he loved him and would never leave him behind, he just had to figure out what.
TBC So what can John do to prove to Sam that he'll never leave him behind?