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*Chapter 4: Sorry for the wait guys, it's been crazy with getting back to school this week, but I'll try to have some more up in a few days. Some OOC. Please LEAVE REVIEWS so I know your reading and your opinions matter!
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Pierre:
The helicopter landed swiftly on the roof of Pierre General. The stretcher was met with a team of doctors and nurses, the lead doctor, Dr. Brackett stepped forward, what are known injuries. Paramedic Roy Desoto relayed Dean's obvious injuries to the doctor. The attendants cautiously removed the stretcher from the chopper and the doctors grabbed various ends of the blanket that Dean was on and moved it to the waiting gurney.
Once he was on the gurney Dean was pushed into the hospital, then into a trauma room in the ER. "Get x-ray down here now!" Brackett ordered "I want a full skull and chest series, NO MS until I know the extent of the head injury." After all of the x-ray's were taken the doctor consulted with his team. "We've located a tear in the liver and he will need surgery to repair it, I want the arm set by orthopedics, before surgery begins, we need to get his BP up, we can't risk this kid's life by rushing into it, we need to ease it."
While an orthopedic doctor, came down to set Dean's arm various nurses and doctors made there way in and out of the room cleaning the injuries, bandaging the lacerations on his head and chest, and checking the ventilator. Once Brackett determined that Dean was stable enough for surgery to begin he ordered Dean be brought up to the surgery floor stat. While they had him on the table they were also going to relieve the pressure building up in his chest, from the pneumothorax, which would hopefully allow the lung to function without ventilator assistance.
Dean was vaguely aware of something being placed over his face before he lost all consciousness. He was aware of people moving around him but he wasn't sure what was going on because he could feel nothing. "Woah, they must have me flying pretty fucking high." Dean thought. He then began to remember some of what happened. "I think it was a car accident" he told himself. "Ya that's right! The asshole drove into my lane and then the impala…." he realized. "Son of a bitch Dad's gonna kill me!" he then began laughing to himself, realizing the irony in that very situation. "Dad's gonna kill me, psh yeah if I'm not already dead when he gets here." "Dad, Sammy God I love them… I wonder if they will like me? I mean hell these doctors are putting me back together maybe I'll be a new and improved Dean when this is all said and done, hell maybe I'll have my own T.V show! Bionic Dean! Sounds cool." He realized that these were drug induced musings but he was enjoying them while he could because the real world was a cruel and dark place. "Maybe I'll stay right here."
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun
How I want to see you both smilin' again when this is done.
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so afraid to love you both, but more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Pierre 12 P.M Following Day:
Sam, Bobby and John strode purposefully into the hospital in search of Dr. Brackett. They had called the hospital several times waiting for an update on Dean's condition, but he remained in surgery much of the night. They finally reached the SICU after speaking with several nurses. A dark haired man walked up to greet them when they arrived at the nurses desk. He held his hand out and Bobby shook it. "I assume you are the family of Dean Winchester?" He asked questioningly.
"Ya that's us." Sam said. "Can you tell us how my brother is?" Sam asked hopefully. "Certainly, if you'll please follow me this way." He led them into his office. And motioned for them all to take a seat. "I'm going to give it to you straight." the Dr. Informed them " No sugar coating it, the surgery was touch and go and we almost lost him twice…" "Almost lost him?" John asked. "What do you mean?" "He coded Twice." The doctor replied grimly. "Your son has suffered from several broken ribs, a badly dis-located arm and shoulder, he also suffered from a small tear in his liver, that we were thankfully able to repair, and he is currently in stable condition.
The man didn't have to say what all the men in the room heard the silent "but". "What is it doc?" John asked. The doctor looked at them with deep sadness in his eyes. "Your son also suffered from a tension pneumothorax, or as you may know it a punctured lung, he is unable to breathe on his own at this time and for this reason we have him on a ventilator, his injuries were very severe, the concussion he sustained caused subdural hematoma, bleeding on the brain. He is in a coma. The next 48 hours are critical after that?" he shrugged.
John felt his blood boil. "What do you mean after that? Is he gonna wake up?" He knew he shouldn't be getting angry but it was John Winchester we're dealing with he can't show himself breaking down his tough exterior and it was unfortunate that the doctor was caught in the cross-fire. "Sir please, try to understand, when your son wakes up is, up to him, only time will tell, I expect you'd like to see him, please follow me." He lead them into Dean's room. The sight before him just about broke John's heart. His eldest was so pale in contrast to the stark white sheets laying on the bed. The room was blissfully quiet, except for the constant hiss of the ventilator and the reassuring site of Dean's chest rising and falling with each forced breath.
John and Sam pulled chairs up close to the bed and each put there hand on Dean, letting him know that they were there. Bobby un-wanting to ruin this moment quietly told John that he was going to find a Motel in the area and get a room for awhile, and that he'd be back later.
Dean's Subconscious:
Weird, it's like I can hear dad's voice. And wait…Is that SAMMY? Oh thank god they are here. I struggle to open my eyes but it feels as if they are being weighed down. What the hell is going on? Why can't I talk? There's something shoved down my throat and it hurts like a son-of-a-bitch! How long have I been here? I don't remember anything and… Oh God my head is KILLING ME!
Pierre 8PM:
I'm down on my knees again tonight,
I'm hoping this prayer will turn out right.
See, there is a boy that needs Your help.
I've done all that I can do myself
His brother is tired, I'm sure You can understand.
Tonight as he sleeps
He holds his hand,
And he tries Not to cry
As the tears fill his eyes.
Can You hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can You see him?
Can You make him feel all right?
If You can hear me Let me take his place some how.
See, he's not just anyone, he's my son.
Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep,
I dream of the boy he'd like to be.
I try to be strong and see him through,
But God, who he needs right now is You.
Let him grow old, Live life without this fear.
What would I be Living without him here?
He's so tired, And he's scared Let him know that You're there.
Can You hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can You see him?
Can You make him feel all right?
If You can hear me Let me take his place some how.
See, he's not just anyone, he's my son.
Can You hear me? Am I getting through tonight?
Can You see him?
Can You make him feel all right?
If You can hear me Let me take his place somehow. See, he's not just anyone he's my son.
Sam had fallen asleep in the uncomfortable plastic chair, about an hour ago and John is standing by the window lost in thought. "Why did it have to come to this?" he asked himself. "I should've listened when he told me he needed a break, but no I had to go and be Mr. Macho super-hunter and put myself before my sons as usual." he was about to go into another self-loathing rant with himself when he heard an alarm go off in the room. He spun around on his heels and looked in shock at the bed.
Dean was having a seizure, and fighting against the vent tube. John raced out into the hallway and Yelled "I need a doctor!"
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