I do not own any of the characters or affiliates and such they all belong to the people who own Supernatural. Also, I am Australian and relying solely on Google for any information about American towns and places and such, so if names or anything don't work or are wrong, sorry! Also on another note, I haven't ever over dosed on Morphine, and Google doesn't really tell you much about what happens if you survive so I am just guessing and going by what happens when you do OD. Medical lingo aint my thing!
Also, sorry for the late update. I am hoping to get out at least another two or three chapters today if I am lucky. But I can only post when I am at my mums partners house, and the past few days have been so hectic with Christmas, so now I am enjoying a good, lazy boxing day write hope you all enjoy, and possibly even review?
7.
3 Days Later...
Struggling to sit up in bed, Dean gave a loud moan. Sam looked over at him, smirking, knowing he was making a show of himself. It was all apart of his, "make Sam suffer" trial. This had been going on ever since he woke up two days ago. The talk of wanting to die had not been spoken about at all, and both the brothers had had their psychiatric work up and passed. They both got put down to shock, and given orders for counselling sessions before Dean was to be released from the hospital.
Smiling, Sam sat up a little straighter in his chair, wincing a little. He was still sore from his OD and felt the spasms kick in his stomach muscles. 'Do you need help there?' Sam offered as his big brother kept making a fuss about sitting up and how difficult it was for him. Sam could see why with a bandaged hand and a cast on his leg, and the blindness. He could never forget the blindness.
'I'm fine, now will you stop asking me that every time I make a noise.' Dean growled. He eventually pulled himself in to a sitting position he found comfy and rested back against the cushions. 'Now where's that cup o-.' Dean stopped mid sentence as he found the cup, knocking it over with his grasping fingers. 'Dammit!'
'It's alright!' Sam jumped up and grabbed one of the towels the nurse had left with them earlier and mopped up the water before it dripped on Dean. He had already needed his cast redone twice since waking up. He wasn't getting any better at remembering where things were yet, and kept knocking his cups or the jug over, spilling it either on him or on the bed. Thankfully the nurses were patient and kind with him.
'Don't worry Dean, you will get used to it soon enough.' Dean jumped at Bobby's booming voice.
'When did you get here?' Dean asked, a little of the shock still evident in his voice.
'Sorry kid, only then to see you knock your glass over.' Bobby walked in to the room, Sam saw Dean count the steps he took from the door to his chair under his breath. Bobby had taught him to do that after he had woken up. Said it would help him learn where things where.
'You getting the hang of that yet boy, or haven't people been coming in here often enough for you to practice with?' Dean shook his head at Bobby, while Sam offered a hopeful smile. 'Well, give it time. If only it were so easy to count the steps of that cup!' Dean let out a small chuckle, making Sam grin widely, enjoying the sound more then he probably should have; glad for a moment Dean wasn't able to see his face.
'Well I refuse to let some bloody cup get the best of me.' Dean's hands started to dance around like spiders again, enclosing a little unsurely around the glass before his other hand, the one with the compression bandaged continued the unstable dance and found the jug handle. 'Sammy, where's the glass from the cup? Speak in terms of a campus.' Sam jumped up, eager to help; surprised he was even being asked for it. Bobby smirked, shaking his head at how overly keen he was. 'Sammy?' Dean grumbled.
'I'm here man, uhm.' Scratching his head he considered how to word it. 'Bring your injured hand due west and pause, bump it against the glass and use that to judge how high it needs to be raised before you can pour, and place a finger inside the cup too.' Sam offered, a useful tip he had picked up from one of the nurses earlier that morning.
Pausing, jug held above the glass, Dean hesitated before putting his finger inside the rim. 'What the hell for?' He asked, pouring the icy liquid steadily, and then it hit him as the water touched his finger with a little shock, alerting him to how close he was from spilling water over the top of the glass. 'Oh... thanks.' He mumbled.
'No problem dude, glad to be of some help.' Sam sat back down in his chair, smiling. Bobby had taken to his own seat and had the newspaper out. Feeling a little restless, Sam jumped back up. 'Do you want some coffee Bobby?' The older hunter lowered his newspaper slowly and greeted him with a disgruntled look.
'That coffee has had me crook since I started drinking it here, least you could do if you're going to offer is run down the street to Starbucks for something half decent kid.' Sam looked over at Dean, not wanting to leave his side. Then it hit him, he hadn't been outside the hospital since rushing his brother in. A little shocked he nodded agreement. Grabbing his wallet from the small duffel on the floor he looked down at his grimacing brother.
'Do you want something other then water and hospital food while I'm out, maybe a burger and some fries with a coke?' Dean nodded with a moan.
'That sounds like heaven right now.' He rubbed his stomach, groaning. 'I am in need of something real right now, and a coffee that has some taste besides diesel fluid.' Sam laughed, his brothers pouting face as he rubbed his stomach hilarious. It had been up to Sam to choose his meals for him, the menu usually came while he was asleep, and not that it mattered because he couldn't read it for himself anyway. Sam had been making the best decisions he could manage with the little food supplied, but Dean was a picky eater.
'Since I am getting something to eat while I'm out too, would you like something, breakfast burrito maybe?' Looking at Bobby, who had gone behind the newspaper again, Sam tapped the pages to get his attention.
'The same as Dean will do, now can I read my paper in peace?' Bobby ruffled the pages loudly, making a show of himself so much that even Dean laughed from the bed.
'Alright well, I guess I will be back in around half an hour.' Grabbing up his jacket, he shrugged it on and walked out of the room, greeting the nurses he knew so well already as he left.
'So' Bobby mused when they were left in silence, folding the newspaper in his lap before slapping it down on the table.
'Can we not do this right now Bobby, please.' Dean groaned, sinking as far in to the pillows as he could allow himself to, without too much pain in leg.
'I think we do Dean, you don't just go through something like this, threaten to kill yourself, almost die and then just be okay. You two boys are acting like damn sunshine and daisies are dropping from the bleeding sky!' Bobby growled, trying to remind himself to take it easier on the younger hunter.
Shifting uncomfortably under the stare he couldn't see but felt, Dean pursed his lips before speaking. 'Hearing him talk when it happened, how hurt he was. It drove him literally insane. Was like some high school kid that's been pushed around for the last time and shoots up his school Bobby...' Sighing, Dean pushed on. 'I don't want to make him feel any worse then he must already feel over it. Don't want to risk putting him back in that place. Not just out of fear he is going to kill me again, but for his own life. If he hadn't made it, and I did... I don't know what I would have done Bobby. The thought of someone else having their life taken in my place, I can't go there.'
Sitting stunned, Bobby didn't know what to say. He had been expecting this to be some small battle of the worlds in attempt to get Dean to talk. He didn't know if it was the pain medication or hunger causing the boy to open up, but he wasn't complaining. Instead he leaned forward in his chair and made the young man jump, as he wrapped him in a tight hug. He imagined if it wasn't probably so painful, his surrogate son may have even cried then, but instead he just shook in his arms, letting him hold him as tight as he could manage.
There was no need for words or explanations after that, Bobby understood and left it there with the hug. They didn't speak again until Sam returned with proper coffee and food for the three of them. He threw a greasy bag in Bobby's lap and guided an equally greasy, onion scented bag in to Dean's before opening his own recycled bag to a Cob Salad. Eating and drinking quietly, bar the small curses from Dean when he occasionally missed his mouth.