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9.

Waking up to a pained moan, Sam shot up from his trundle and looked around to catch Dean's bandaged face staring in his direction. Throwing his long legs that stuck over the side of the bed, off the trundle he stood and stretched as he walked towards his brother; smiling softly.

'It's good to see you awake, a good sign I think.' Sam whispered, being careful not to wake Bobby who was sleeping on a trundle of his own, across the room. Slipping into the seat close to Dean's bed he clasped his hand. 'How are you feeling?'

'Pain...' Dean mumbled, words heavily slurred.

'Where, your eyes or your leg? They have the cast off at the moment on your leg, they warned me that might be a little painful and to call if you need some pain killers.' Sam filled his brother in then, telling Dean what was going on, why he felt so sick. Dean didn't say much in return he itched slackly against the tubes pumping oxygen into his body and nodded.

'My leg's killing me; can I get some of those pain killers?' He asked, and Sam was a little put back. The pain must have been bad for Dean to willingly accept while awake.

'Where does it hurt in your leg?' Sweat had broken out against Dean's forehead once more; Sam began to panic when his breathing began to hasten a little.

'Everywhere, feels like something is eating my leg bone from the inside out, ankle to hip man, kills.' Groaning, Dean wiggled a little in the bed as though trying to alleviate the pain a little but he only shouted out in pain. Sam looked down at the leg in the half light, and reached hurriedly for the overhead switch, lighting up the room.

Somewhere behind him Bobby grunted at the light, but Sam couldn't make any noise. The bruise had turned a sickly, blood red swollen colour around the lump that was Dean's reset leg, and had crawled under his brother's boxers. Setting aside all complaints his brother may attempt, he lifted the leg of the boxers a little and noticed the bruise went all the way up. The veins stood livid and strong, pulsing weakly in his thigh.

'Bobby!' Sam shouted, reaching for the buzzer, bypassing the attention button and going straight for the emergency symbol. That bruise wasn't right, he wasn't a doctor but he knew something bad when he saw it, the same way Dean could judge whether they needed a hospital or not. 'Something's wrong!' Sam panicked to Bobby as he came up behind him, stretching the sleep from his tired shoulders.

'Yep, that aint good I'm afraid.' Bobby lifted his cap and ran his hands over his hair, resettling it with a queasy look. 'How you holding up Dean?'

'Dandy.' Dean stammered, swallowing hard as the pain shot through his body burning hot.

Sam reached out and hit the emergency button, trying to control his anger at the slow response. When a flustered looking nurse jogged in to the room with bloody gloves on, he felt bad for a moment. He wasn't the only one with a sick family member on the ward.

'Something's wrong with my brother's leg, Doctor Marc said the antibiotics were meant to stop this from happening to him.' Sam wiped the sweat from his brother's brow quickly, calming him when he cried out in more pain.

'Dean I need you to describe to me the pain, can you move your leg at all?' Dean shook his head, groaning again, the pain straining the muscles in his neck, pulling them tight as he pulled in laboured breaths. 'I will page Doctor Marc now and have him organise scans, we need to see what's happening on the inside and then go from there. Does your brother have any history of a weak immune system? Things are moving really quick through his blood stream right now.'

'He didn't get sick too much as a kid, lots of flu's and I think Pneumonia once or twice, otherwise he is pretty fit, no infections.' Then Sam remembered the massive heart attack from the Poltergeist in another city, the blood loss and contusions from the car accident, and the bleeding from the accident, all the times he had been thrown around and they had slept it off in dingy hotel rooms. How would they know if Dean had a bad immune system?

Nodding, the nurse turned away and pulled the cart towards her as she picked up the phone and punched in a few numbers. There was a short pause over the line as she pressed the phone against her shoulder so she could use both hands to pick out two small vials and two long syringes.

'Anthony hi, it's nurse Cadie. I'm calling about one of your patients Dean Singer, yeah he's the one.' There was another pause. 'That's why I'm calling; he's taken a turn for the worse. I need your permission to give him more Morphine and antibiotics. I would normally not call you in like this,' another short pause, 'the area is inflamed, the bone looks displaced again and the bruise is climbing, fever is still the same and pain levels are high.' Sam waited on edge, listening to every word on this side of the phone call. 'There is no pus yet, but it doesn't seem far off.' Sam couldn't believe how long this was taking. 'An LP, scan and biopsy? Right, I will take the bloods now myself, and the Morphine?' After that Cadie hung up and Sam released a breath of tension.

Beside him, Dean was moaning in pain, sweat dampening his hair so it dripped from the bed tossed ends. Across from him, Bobby was sitting with a pale look on his face. Turning to the nurse for some hopeful news, Sam winced at the size of the needles she was filling with two clear liquids.

'Dean,' she called softly as she walked over, needles in hands, 'I am going to inject one of these directly into your thigh, so bear with me for a moment if it hurts a little too much okay, but it is going to make everything feel a lot better.' Dean nodded in reply, Sam didn't even know if he knew what the nurse was talking about, and he couldn't see the syringes.

Just in case, Sam reached out and took his brothers hand, squeezing it for support and gaining a bone breaking clutch as the needle entered the swollen skin, and went all the way in as Cadie emptied the clear liquid in to his brother's system. Glad when that was over, he didn't relinquish the death grip his brother had on his hand. This couldn't have been any easier with not being able to see, at the top of his list. It would have been driving him insane to not be in control of the situation.

'Now Dean, I am getting to put some antibiotics in your drip, then push through a small amount of saline to get them moving, so you may feel some coolness rush up your arm, it's meant to happen alright?' Cadie reached out and brushed a hand over Dean's clammy cheek, making him twitch a little in shock. This injection was over quicker and painless, Sam felt Dean's hand begin to loosen a little as his body went slack and surrendered to the Morphine. Cadie checked his pulse and blood pressure on the monitor a little unsure.

'My brother is a little bit of a light weight, can hold his drink like no man I have ever seen, but pain killers. Big puppy dog, puts him right out.' Cadie nodded at Sam, smiling a little.

'Probably for the best too, when Doctor Marc arrives he will be doing two tests that cause a lot of discomfort. For now though, I need to schedule them and make sure he is prepped and ready.' Cadie goes in to the bathroom first, and comes out with a face washer and a cool bowl of water, placing it on the dresser before wringing out the cloth and placing it soothingly on Dean's forehead. As she headed for the phone again, Sam took over. Bobby remaining silent and glum, his lips pulled tight.

Patting down Dean's head, Sam waved as Cadie walked out before turning to Dean, half unconscious from the pain medication. 'Just letting let you know, she's hot. At least a double D cup man, and red lips to kill for, and bright blue eyes, pale skin and blonde locks from an angel themself.' His response was a half, lopsided smile from Dean as his mouth sagged a little from the effort. Sam laughed, reapplying the cool cloth to his brother's face.