A Whiter Shade of Pale Ch. 2
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Previously: With those words, John returned his attention to Sam, praying that someone had called for an ambulance and that it would arrive before his youngest bled out on the ground in front of him.
Kneeling on the cold concrete beside his son as he applied pressure to the puncture wound in Sam's abdomen, John felt the tears streaming down his own face as he took in the extremely pale face of his nearly unconscious son. Sammy's skin was so pale that it almost looked translucent to him. "Please Kiddo, you've got to hang on. I can't lose you. You and Dean are the only reasons I have for going on."
"Sir, I've called for help and an ambulance should be here very soon," Janie Alison, the desk clerk of the latest motel the Winchesters were staying in, stated calmly as she approached John and kneeled down beside him holding a blanket in her hands. "Is it alright if I cover him to help warm him up some?'
"Huh?" John inquired absent mindedly as he looked up at the svelte blond, his mind to muddled with fear for his youngest to comprehend the words she had said to him.
"Is if alright if I cover him up. I'm afraid shock is setting in and we need to keep him as warm as possible," Alison explained as she shook out the blanket and covered the child as best she could since his father's hands were keeping pressure on the leaking wound.
"Th-thank you," John voiced shakily as he gave the woman a tight smile. "He's my son, my baby, and I can't…I don't…"
"It'll be alright, you'll see," Alison offered as she elevated Sam's legs and placed a blanket under his feet. She knew from her nursing classes that with Sam slipping into a state of shock, his body was unable to control its' own temperature and he needed to be kept as warm as possible.
"Da-Daddy, stop, it hu-hurts," Sam whimpered as he weakly tried to push his father's hands away as John applied pressure to the wound in his abdominal area.
"I know it does Tiger, but I have to keep pressure on the wound," John explained, guilt consuming him because of the inability to take away his child's pain.
"Wh-where's De'n? Daddy, I ne-need De," Sam voiced weakly just before his eyes rolled back and he gave into the blackness that beckoned him as a way to escape the pain.
"Sammy? Sammy, don't you do this," John pleaded as the sound of a siren wailing could be heard approaching from a near distance. "You wake up now. You hear me?" So focused was he on trying to wake his youngest up, that John failed to notice the ambulance had finally arrived until someone touched him on the shoulder.
"Sir, we need you to step back and let us take care of him now," Tom McGunty, the head EMT informed the angst filled father as his partner knelt down on the other side of Sam and went to work.
"But, I have to help, he's my son," John begged as he tried to pull away from the paramedic.
"I understand that Sir, but you'll only be in the way. We need you to let us save your son."
"Tom, this kid is in hypovolemic shock. We need to roll ASAP," Jerry Martin informed his partner as he applied a pressure bandage around the knife wound. He knew that removing the knife could cause more damage than was already done or cause the child before him to bleed worse.
"I'll get the gurney," Tom stated as he watched Jerry wrap a blood pressure cuff around the young boy's arm. Time was definitely of the essence if they were going to save the kid's life.
~~Supernatural~~
Sitting in the back of the ambulance as it raced towards the hospital, John did his best to stay out of the way as the EMT worked on his youngest child. He wanted more than anything to hold Sammy's hand, to let his youngest know that he was there for him, but then he had been warned he would only impede the paramedic who was doing everything he could to save Sammy's life.
Rocking back and forth in an agitated motion as he listened to the EMT in the back of the rig with him calling out for the driver to "step on it," John couldn't help but stare at the blood that covered his hands, blood that he had been unable to stop from leaking out of his baby boy's body.
Sighing as he placed another set of pressure bandages over the ones that were now soaked through with blood, Jerry couldn't help but worry about the kid before him. They were already twenty minutes or so into the Golden Hour-the hour from when the trauma occurs to the moment the OR doors close behind the patient-and that was just a little too close for his comfort. This kid was just too damn young to suffer through the trauma of his body shutting down due to lack of oxygenated blood. It was an extremely painful way to die.
Reaching up to the tubing snaking from the kid's arm, Jerry adjusted the drip rate of the I.V. in hopes of keeping the young one from becoming too dehydrated. Sure, it wouldn't help to replace the oxygen rich red blood cells the young teen was losing, but it would hopefully stave off a deeper level of shock than what he was already experiencing.
Watching as the EMT took Sam's vitals and then listened to his heart, John swiped a calloused hand across his mouth and asked, "H-How is he? How's my boy?"
"About as well as can be expected with the abdominal trauma he's suffered," Jerry answered with a patented reply.
"That doesn't answer my question," John hissed as he finally reached out to grasp Sam's hand which was clammy to the touch. "Tell me the truth."
"Right now your son is in what we call Class Two shock. What that means is his body is shunting blood to his vital organs to try and keep them healthy and functioning," Jerry stated succinctly.
"And…and what if the level progresses, then what?" John queried, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
"If the shock level moves to Class Three, then the body's compensatory mechanisms start to fail. His vital organs start to shut down by Class Four and well, you can guess what happens from there," Jerry answered honestly, signing with relief once he realized they had finally arrived at the hospital.
~~Supernatural~~
Snuggling up to Dean as they sat at the local drive-in watching a movie, Mandy Sue knew she wanted more than to just lean into his hard, muscular body. She wanted bragging rights with her girl friends. She wanted them all to know that she had 'made out' with the coolest kid in school. Her friends would all be so jealous.
"Hey Dean, this movie is kind of boring. Don't you think we could find something a little more interesting to do," Mandy Sue Williams provocatively suggested into Dean's right ear as she rubbed her hand up and down his firm chest.
"Sure thing sweetheart, what do you have in mind?" Dean cooed as he wrapped an arm around Mandy Sue's shoulder and pulled her in for a deep passionate kiss.
"Well, I thought maybe we could, you know…" Mandy replied suggestively as she tugged the hem of Dean's shirt out of his jeans and slid her hand under it to feel his skin which was warm to the touch.
"If that's what you want Baby, then I am all for it," Dean rejoined as he placed his right palm on Mandy Sue's thigh, just below her skirt hem as he leaned in to kiss her once more. Inching his hand up her thigh, he suddenly stopped his actions as he thought he heard someone calling out for him.
"Dean, why did you stop?" Mandy Sue pouted as she wrapped her arms around Dean's neck to keep him close. "I told you I want this."
"I thought I heard someone calling for me," Dean answered, pulling Mandy Sue's hands from around the nape of his neck so he could glance out the window. He could have sworn he heard Sammy's voice.
"That's just my heart you heard," Mandy Sue voiced as she leaned up to initiate another passionate kiss with Dean before reaching down to finger the button of his jeans. "It's calling for some Dean loving."
"Well then, I guess we better give it what it wants," Dean purred, losing himself in the moment, totally oblivious as to what was happening at that very moment with his baby brother.
~~Supernatural~~
"What have we got?" Dr. Brad Spencer asked, running alongside the gurney as Sam was rushed through the ER doors of the hospital.
"Young male in his teens. He has a knife wound to the abdomen with probable gastrointestinal perforation," Jerry answered as they rushed down the corridor that smelled of strong antiseptic, with John following closely behind.
"What are his vital signs?" the doctor inquired as they wheeled the gurney towards the treatment rooms behind the swinging doors.
"His BP is 100 over 60 and his pulse is weak and thready," Jerry replied as the doors swung open allowing them entrance to the trauma rooms, a security guard standing nearby.
"I'm sorry sir, but you can't go in there," the burly security guard informed John as he held up his hands to keep the angst ridden father from entering.
"But, but he's my son," John refuted as he tried to make his way around the guard.
"I understand that sir, but you'll have to wait in the waiting room. Someone will come talk to you once the doctor has him stabilized.
"Damn it,' John swore lightly under his breath as he gave in, not willing to cause a scene. Glancing towards the treatment room Sam was rolled into just before the doors closed, the last thing John heard was the doctor calling out, "Get me an O.R. stat people, or we're going to lose this kid."
TBC Sorry for the wait on this one. We had a family emergency, while my sister was visiting no less.
