AUHORS NOTE: Hey People! Well I don't really have that much to say so I'm just gonna start chapter 8.
Chapter 8. Pain and Relief. Deans Pov.
Bobby turns the car into the hospital parking lot and parks the car. I go to grab the door handle when he touches my arm.
"Dean you need to calm down." He says, worry evident in his eyes.
"Bobby we need to…" he cuts me off.
"No you need to calm down before you go in there." I roll my eyes and open my car door, pushing myself up from the car. It takes me a few moments to get my balance and by that time Bobby's out of the car and standing next to me. "You're trying to put yourself on bed rest for the next three months aren't you?"
"I really can't handle your sarcasm right now Bobby." I brush his hand off of my arm and walk towards the emergency room doors.
"Slow down Dean!" I can't help but chuckle a little bit.
"Bobby I'm fucking waddling like a penguin, I can't walk fast even if I wanted to." I walk through the door when I feel a slight twinge in my stomach.
"Dean?" I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look over to Bobby. "You ok?" I nod.
"Yeah I'm fine." I shake my head slightly and walk up to the desk.
"Can I help you?" the nurse asks, looking up from a file in her hands.
"John and Sam Simons." The nurse turns to the computer and types something in.
"They're on the second floor, room twenty two." She answers, giving me a small smile.
"Thanks." I look to the left to see an elevator about fifty feet away. "Lets go Bobby." We walk to the elevator and push the up arrow button on the wall.
"Do you think Sam knows about that?" Bobby asks once we're on the elevator, pointing to my stomach. I whip my head to face him and I bit my bottom lip.
"I didn't tell him." FUCK! If he doesn't know how is he going to react to seeing me like this?
"Maybe you're Daddy did?" I shrug my shoulders.
"Well if he doesn't know about them," I place my hands on the sides of my stomach, "he's gonna find out in a moment." The door opens and we walk through.
"Well there's room thirty one, it should be down that way." Bobby states and I nod but before I can take another step a sharp pain shoots through my stomach and stops me in my tracks. "Dean?"
"I'm ok." I shake my head to clear my blurring vision before walking forward. We reach room twenty two thirty seconds later and I take a deep breath before walking in.
Sam and Dad are watching TV, both attached to IV's and scrapes and bruises all over their faces. Dad's arm is covered in a white cast and Sam's casted leg is suspended in the air by a traction. Sam turns his head to look at me and once his eyes land on my stomach his eyes widen.
"Dean!" Dads head whips towards me and a look of regret crosses his eyes.
"Son?"
"I.." another stabbing pain goes through my stomach and my head starts to spin.
"Dean?" I feel Bobby's hand on my arm.
"I don't fe…"My legs give out and everything goes black.
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I wake up to my head pounding and the smell of antiseptic in the air. I open my eyes to see a white ceiling and Bobby and a doctor standing over me.
"Welcome back to the land of the living Mr. Simons." The Doctor, Miles as it says on the nametag, greats with a small smile as he shines a flashlight into my eye. I try to push myself into a sitting position but the doctor holds me down. "If you want to sit up press this button." He says, handing me a remote and pointing to the up arrow. As the bed moves I look at the IV in my arm and shoot the doctor a questioning look.
"What happened?" Bobby shakes his head lightly.
"I told you that you needed to calm down Son.."
"What do you mean, I was calm?"
"Not according to your readings Mr. Simons…" I cut him off.
"Call me Dean." H nods.
"Well Dean you're blood pressure was too high, you're blood sugar was too low, and you were dehydrated."I feel a lump form in my throat and I try to swallow it down.
"Are they ok? What were those pains earlier?"
"They're fine Dean, here." He flips a switch on a monitor and three fast thumping sounds resounding around the room. "Those are their very strong and healthy heart beats. The pain you were feeling earlier were Braxton Hicks contractions."
"Contractions?" I ask not liking the sound of that at all. They can't be born now, they'd be too early!
"These are just false contractions that get you ready for the real thing don't worry; they were triggered by the stress you were feeling." I nod, folding my arms over my stomach.
"So I'm ok right? I can get out of here and go to my family's room?" The doctor shakes his head.
"You're pregnant with triplets Dean, this is a higher risk pregnancy, we're gonna keep you on bed rest here for the next forty eight hours and make sure that all your reading go back down to normal."
"I can't stay here, my family was in a car crash!" the doctor places a comforting hand onto my foot and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"I know that and I'm talking to some of the nurses in the male maternity wing to see if they would be willing to check up on you in your family's room, but you WILL get to see them I promise you."I close my eyes and bang my head onto the pillow behind my head. I want to argue with him but I'm too tired to say anything. "Just try to get some sleep, it's gonna be a while before we move you anywhere." He walks out of the room and Bobby sits in a chair next to the bed.
"Dean…" I cut him off.
"Save it Bobby." He looks into my eyes for a few seconds then nods. He stands up from his chair and clasps me on the shoulder.
"I'm gonna go check on your family son, I'll be back in a bit, try to sleep." He walks out of the room and I close my eyes and listen to the thud, thud, thud of the babies' hearts.
I'm sorry you guys, I'll take better care of you I promise…. But fuck this whole…messed up shit! Fuck it to fucking hell!
END OF CHAPTER 8! So what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Review and let me know!