*Chapter 5 a bit sooner then expected, I tried a different style of writing here, leave reviews. Thanks for reading!
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John and Sam looked on in horror as a team of doctors made there way into Dean's room. And began to assess his condition. Dr. Brackett was off shift and had given Dean's case to Dr. Early for the night. Dr. Early ordered that Dean be given 5cc's of lidocaine to halt the seizure. Once he determined that Dean was stable for the time being he turned around to John and asked "What Happened?"
John began to relay the information to the doctor about Dean being briefly awake and struggling against the vent. The doctor listened with open ears and lifted up Dean's hospital gown. He felt along Dean's abdomen and determined that it was a bit more rigid then it should be and Dean would be taken yet again-- to surgery. John should've been angry but right now he was just worried about his son.
Dean was wheeled off to surgery and he and Sam were left alone together in Dean's room waiting.
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What is that?
I can't reach it. I can't move. I can't feel anything…am I high? Surely not…Heh.
It's beautiful like…music…no…it's…it's a, what is it?
"There it is." The surgeon pointed at the bloody intestine, "It's punctured there."
White. It's definitely white. Pretty though.
No, don't leave…
"Alright, everything seems clear." The surgeon nodded at the rest of the people who littered the room, "Let's sew him up."
Is that…no…it can't be, there is no such thing. Impossible.
"He's going into cardiac arrest." One of the nurses yelled.
The surgeon stayed fairly calm, "Call a code."
Fog. Why is it so foggy?
Why is everything turning black? Its kind of mundane isn't it? A little cliché, I'm dying, I get it. I must be dying otherwise I wouldn't be seeing…God…which is weird…there is no God, no reason, no rationality behind it…It doesn't fit.
"I just don't understand you sometimes Dean…"
Who was that? What?
"I really want to understand why you act like you don't care about anyone...or anything for that matter."
"I don't care about anyone."
"If Sam were to die right now…how would you feel?"
" I don't know…"
"You care."
"What is this? Some kind of conspiracy? In my own imagination…that's odd...and slightly cruel."
"ah, but is it irrational? You always try to put reason into everything. Can't some things be left…unexplained?"
"No…everything has an explanation."
"Me?"
"I don't know who you are…"
"Deep down you do Dean."
"What are you doing?" The mystery woman lifted up her hands and put them to his chest.
"shh."
"Ow!"
"Clear!"
What? Clear?
"CLEAR!" The nurse checked his vitals for the last time; "He's got a beat."
"Get him to a room…" The surgeon said heading out of the OR.
"Okay." The nurse said getting him on the bed with help from the rest of the crew in the room.
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"Wake up. Come on Dean…please."
Stupid guy…my chest hurts…what the hell was that anyway? Good grief…
"Dean."
Yes my name is Dean, we have deduced that, shut up already.
"Will he come through?"
Don't push me…I'm close to the edge…da da da…
"Dean."
Hmm?
"Come on Dean."
Don't give up.
Don't reach too high, don't do this…don't do…that.
"Dean."
Yup that's my name.
"Dean."
Ok This is getting old...
"Please."
Dean. Please…
"Wake up."
You're angry.
"Please."
Don't cry.
"Wake up."
I'll try.
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"Mm…" Dean moaned through the tube that had been shoved down his throat.
Dean struggled to open his eyes. When his eyes finally decided to open, he saw the very tired, very sleeping forms of Sam and his father.. His father's hand was gripping his with an almost inhuman feel.
Dean tried to move his hand but he couldn't. He couldn't feel anything. Nothing but the tube and it was burning his throat.
Dean moaned.
John heard a moan but decided to ignore it thinking it was something in his head.
Deam moaned again, this time because an agonizing pain went through his abdomen.
What the hell was that for? What was that? Am I dying? I feel like I'm dying.
This time Sam and John heard the coherent moan. They looked up from where they had been resting and came face to face with Dean. As green eyes penetrated brown, the brown filled with tears. John couldn't control his actions. He leant over and hugged Dean. He couldn't stop the stimulation the sight of Dean's green eyes gave him. He didn't care how stupid he looked, he didn't care if Dean pushed him away, and he didn't care about anything right now but the hug. He felt anger course through him, it died down quickly, then overwhelming happiness, then sadness, then anger again. He never felt so many emotions in such a short period of time.
Who knew? Who knew any of this would happen?
"God! Dean, I…I'm so…I can't…" He couldn't express his words, no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't come out. "You're alive."
Yes, yes I am.
Dean could only nod. He pushed John away slightly and the look that came across his face made Dean want to lean up and grab the man again, but he couldn't. He could only move slightly now. He was gaining feeling, and he figured the stiffness was due to all the sleeping that he had done. His fingers moved slightly and Dean smiled. He was back. And Sam and John were as happy as any men could be!
Dean had begun to fall asleep again and in all of the excitement John had forgotten to page the doctor, letting him know that Dean was awake. He quickly walked over to the bed and pressed the call button. A short period later Dr. Brackett walked in.
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Woah…Woah…woah…woah…Woah…Woah…woah…woah….dooo…doo..dee…doo….woah…doo…woah…
"Dean? If you can hear me blink twice."
Blinking twice.
"Thank God. Are you feeling okay?"
I'm supposed to nod…I'm guessing.
"Dean!" Bobby nearly yelled running over to his bedside.
John slightly held him back so he wouldn't hurt him but he was pulling him off. He
hugged him.
Dean felt uncomfortable and was glad he couldn't say anything.
Don't touch that. It's dangerous. Seriously…I don't like to be touched...ah...Sammy...
He grazed his hand over Dean's bruised face and smiled a teary smile.
Sam had tears rolling down his face, Bobby actually looked like he hadn't slept in
days and John looked as if he cared…even slightly. All of them were gathered around the bedside and they were all relieved.
And if I die before I wake…Don't touch me…I'm not joking.
His eyes rolled almost involuntarily and he earned smiles from the rest of the group.
Take the tube out of my throat please.
Great…here comes the choking.
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*A good stopping point or shall I continue?