Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Supernatural. They are all Kripke's creation.
Thanks to my beta, Shannon! A special thanks to blue peanut m and m for helping me to flesh my story out more and for all your suggestions!
Chapter 4
While the medical staff works on my brother, I frantically pace the hallway. After what seems like forever, Alicia, some other nurses and another doctor exit Sam's hospital room. The doctor's curly hair and goatee are slightly darker than his mocha skin.
His green eyes focus on me as he walks in my direction. "Alicia told me you're Sam's brother. I'm Dr. Brennan, Sam's neurologist." He outstretched his large hand.
"Dean. How's my brother?"
"Sam had a seizure. It's very common with the type of injury that your brother has sustained. I gave him a medication that should stop that from happening again."
"I thought Dr. Hastings was Sam's doctor."
"He still is but with cases like Sam's a team approach seems to be more effective for the patient."
"Can I see my brother?"
"He's stable now but visiting hours are almost over."
"I'm staying. My brother doesn't like hospitals. Ever since he was little, I have always stayed with him when he was hospitalized."
"The hospital normally doesn't allow it but I guess I can make an exception."
"Thank you, doctor."
"Do you have any more questions?"
"What are my brother's chances of recovering from this?"
"I'm an optimist. Your brother is young which increases his chances of coming out of the coma but if he does Sam's in for a long recovery. I have other patients to see to but if any other questions pop into your mind, just have one of the nurses page me."
"Okay. Night, Doc."
"Night." Dr. Brennan heads in the opposite direction.
I pause outside my brother's door. Dr. Brennan said that Sam was stable but does that mean if he does recover that he will continue to have seizures like that for the rest of his life? Get a grip, Dean. Just because Sam had one seizure that doesn't mean he will continue to have them. I slowly walk inside. A nasal cannula is now inserted into Sam's nostrils. An additional IV bag is hanging from the IV stand. Probably the new medication Sam's doctor was talking about. As I push the chair to Sam's bedside, it scrapes across the floor. I fight to keep my eyes open as I settle into the chair but my eyelids feel like they weigh a ton. They blink in slow motion as my eyes remain fixed on my brother.
Author's note: I am sorry that it took me a while to post a new chapter. I was recently diagnosed with fibromyalgia so I haven't been feeling too well.
