Here's the next (much longer) chapter. It might be a bit longer before the next chapter due to the fact that you have now caught up to the point that I have the story figured out. Thanks to everyone you has favorited, followed and reviewed!
"Ballet class didn't go as expected…" Dean replied sarcastically, "Get me outta here, would ya?"
The next ten minutes were spent trying to figure out the best way to get Dean out of the car, up the five steps, into the house and on the couch while the following fifteen were spent performing that exact plan. Unfortunately Dean had to attempt to brave the steps by himself with Sammy following close behind to make sure that he didn't take another unexpected fall and Bobby walking by his side making sure that he could steady Dean as needed. The older Winchester cursed on the first step as his leg seemed to jolt in and out of place, by the second step he was biting his lower lip trying not to yell out in pain, the third made his face blanch and he whimpered as his good leg made contact with the step, the fourth caused a single tear to escape down his cheek which he quickly and defiantly wiped away. The fifth and final step found Dean shaking against the agony that he had thought had come to an end, his face took on a slightly grayish-green tone and his eyes looked glassy but focused.
"You alright Dean?" Bobby asked cautiously standing in front of the ashen Winchester.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean stated inconvincibly watching as his brother quickly brought the second part of the plan to his side, a rolling office chair. He lowered himself onto the chair and allowed his brother to push him through the kitchen and the office to the living room where a couch awaited him with a sheet, blankets, and numerous pillows.
"Awe Bobby, you went all Susie Homemaker on me…" Dean teased already feeling slightly better after getting off of his own feet.
"Shut up ya idjit. You know I could always send you upstairs." Bobby replied gruffly causing Dean to put his arms up signaling his retreat smirking slightly.
Sam pushed the rolling chair up next to the couch and Bobby quickly reached down and gently placed both of Dean's legs onto the couch being cautious to not bend the damaged one. Dean then placed his hands on the seat of the chair and shifted himself onto the couch only wincing slightly at pain that reared its ugly head.
"Dr. Keller will be here within an hour to check on your leg and you will allow her to check it. I had to pull quite a few strings to get her here so I won't hear any arguments." Bobby stated matter of fact-ly already knowing that Dean would attempt to put up a fight, now he only huffed.
"Why don't you rest till she gets here Dean?" Sam suggested through Dean simply rolled his eyes reaching for the TV remote that Bobby conveniently left within his grasp. Now Sam rolled his eyes standing up to grab the bags from the car with Bobby tagging along to assist the tall Winchester.
Sam and Bobby were laughing when they reentered the house over a hunting story that Bobby was sharing but they quickly hushed themselves when a look into the living room revealed a Winchester sacked out on the couch with the remote hanging uselessly from his hand.
When Dr. Keller got there an hour later Dean was still sleeping soundly on the couch. "Hey Sandi, thanks for coming." Bobby stated opening the door to the robust woman who walked through the door. She was of mid-height but seemed much taller as her confidence seemed to pervade the room though her smile broke any intimidation before it had a true chance to register. Sam smiled back amused at the picture that Bobby had painted for Dean of a woman hard to handle.
"Hey Bobby, so where's the patient and what type of injury we dealing with this time?" She stated getting straight down to the business that she had come here for.
"I'm Sam," Sam answered offering his hand, "the patient is my brother Dean. We were on a hunt when he sustained an open fracture in his lower femur and being the nature of the case and that our own identities were in danger we had to improvise a way out of the situation. We eventually got to a hospital but after the surgery we realized that we had to improvise a way out of the hospital as well and now we're here."
Sandi nodded taking in the story that the young and rather large man in front of here had told. "Is he in the living room?" Bobby nodded leading the way into the paneled room.
"How long has he been sleeping?" Sandi questioned her professional persona completely in place now.
"Since we got him settled; about an hour and a half ago." Bobby replied watching as the doctor kneeled next to one of his boys. "We'll see what we can accomplish without him waking but I'm going to need both of you ready to stop him from swinging if he wakes up. Heaven knows I've been hit one too many times by a just woken hunter." Bobby and Sam nodded in reply moving toward the sleeping Winchester to prevent any unfortunate situations.
The doctor started by looking closely at Dean's head making sure that a secondary injury was not missed by the medical staff she continued to the shoulders making a note to check for a concussion when the patient woke up. Pulling back the blanket that covered the young man's body Sandi continued her search exploring with her fingertips as well as her eyes. She paused when she reached the patient's torso pausing to pull up the young man's shirt to reveal the just appearing bruises on his right hand side. After pressing lightly she spoke without looking up from her work, "Just bruised, but we'll wrap them to help with the pain." Sandi quickly continued on with her research of the subject in front of her, noting the lack of response from the young man during the exploration. By the time she had made it to the femur she had made note of a bruised hip and a large note to check for an unseen head injury. Sandi slowing began unwrapping the gauze over the major wound that the boy in front of her sustained. Once all the gauze was removed Sandi looked over the dozens of stitches that seemed to be holding Dean's thigh into place, pleased to see that despite the movement the stitches had held and that the wound had only bled a very limited amount. The doctor decided to finish her search of the body before rewrapping the leg determining that the open air may do it a bit of good. When she got to his toes Dean began to stir groaning before even opening his eyes. His body felt horrible. Everything was achy and his leg was sending intense pain throughout his leg. When he felt something brush against his leg he thought about kicking at it but quickly thought of the pain that it would cause and settled for opening his eyes to see what was causing the sensation.
Sandi looked up from her work, glad to have found everything in order beneath the thighs. "Hello Dean. My name is Dr. Sandi Keller but you can simply call me Sandi. You have sustained a few minor injuries besides the fracture to your head and I would like to check you for a concussion now that you are awake.
Dean looked confused but nodded his head seemingly without thinking caught up in the matter of fact, no nonsense tone in Sandi's voice.
"Good then." Sandi stated, reaching into her bag she drew out her pen light and moved toward her patients head. "Yep just as I thought, just a minor concussion nothing to become overly concerned with but we'll keep an eye on it just in case." She monologued to herself as she looked at the reflexes of Dean's pupils to the light she was applying. Sitting back on her haunches she turned to include all the men in her discoveries.
"Dean has sustained in addition to his broken femur, bruised ribs along the right side on his body as well as a bruised hip along that same side. I would imagine that you hit the railing of the staircase when the ghost threw you. Of course the pain from those injuries was masked nearly completely by the more intense pain in your leg. I also believe that you have received a minor concussion from the fall, most likely hitting it on the floor as your leg gave out beneath you." Sandi looked around at the men standing around her and then continued. "I would like to wrap the ribs to help ease the breathing process but the head and the hip will simply have to heal themselves. Also now that Dean is awake and alert I would like to further investigate the wound in his leg in order to make sure that nothing has shifted out of place doing your unexpected movements." Bobby, Sammy, and Dean all nodded in reply dismissing Sandi to continue her work on the older Winchester.
Sandi reached into her bag getting ready to begin treating her patient when Sammy leaned down closer to his brother, "How you doing? Do you need anything?"
"Nah, I'm fine." Dean stated flippantly though he was feeling anything but fine.
"He needs a glass of water and some strong painkillers." Sandi stated without looking up from her bag. Sam raised his eyebrows, squeezing his brothers' shoulder as he stood to do Sandi's bidding. "There's no need to mask pain around me, boy. I can sense it from a mile away, even in a rough man like you." Dean looked at the full-figured woman in front of him; he had a feeling he was going to like this Sandi.
The treatment process took about a forty-five minutes and Dean was thankful that he had taken the medicine that Sandi had requested. Sitting up while she wrapped his ribs had hurt but it had been nothing compared to the manual exploration of his leg which had luckily come back with no issues. While Sandi had worked Dean had talked to her about many things such as how she had become a doctor to hunters, why he had started hunting, and even a few of his future aspirations. He didn't know why but Sandi was simply a person that he felt he could talk to.
Finished packing her bag Sandi stood up, "I'll stop by within the next few days to check again. Stay off of that leg. No exceptions."
Bobby nodded and began leading her toward the front door, "We'll make sure of that; you can be sure."
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