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Post by Dean Winchester on May 20, 2008 9:04:25 GMT -4
It had taken Dean next to no time to drive from Missouri’s house down to the local hospital, and running several reds and breaking the speed limit on many occasions helped and then some. He knew his father was following, whenever he glanced in the rear view he saw in the distance the recognizable black truck that his father owned and in all honesty he was unsure how he felt about it all at that given moment.
He would never admit this to anyone, not even for a second, but for the most part of the last few hours Dean Winchester had been awake and he had been all but powerless to stop the Demon in its acts and the things he said. And each memory that slammed through Dean caused shame and self anger to build up within him at an alarming rate.
As he wrenched Bobby’s truck to a shuddering stop directly outside of the hospital emergency room, Dean leaned over into the back seat as far as his pain would allow and wrenched the bag he kept safe under the back seat out and up onto his lap. “Who are we to be today Sammy….” He mumbled quietly, glancing his eyes up to stare at his brother for a few moments, before turning back to rifle through his bag again.
Snatching up two badges and sliding one into the pocket of Sam’s jeans, Dean slowly pulled himself out of the truck and made his way around to the passenger side. His eyes immediately fell upon the entrance to the emergency room and he stood as if in thought for a few seconds before running, or at least attempting to run for as much as his pained body would allow, and rushed into the hospital. Snatching up a nearby gurney and throwing the people on duty a less than favorable look, Dean wrenched his “badge” out of his pocket and waved it at them impatiently “Federal Marshall….injured….partner almost dead outside…this mean nothing to you guys?!” he bellowed and tore the gurney across the short distance to his truck.
By the time he had pulled the passenger door open and begun to pull Sam out from the truck, Dean was surrounded by a team of nurses and one doctor who looked as though they knew it best not to piss off the already pissed off “Marshall” in their midst. He stepped back slowly, suspiciously as the team carefully extracted Sam and laid him out upon the gurney and his eyes never left his younger brother. “He has a serious stab wound to his thigh, he has lost a lot of blood from it,” he mumbled almost robotically “Heavy blows to his head, broken arm I think….he is beat up pretty bad….” He added with a nod.
Dean snapped around as he felt hands pawing at his own wounds and he snatched the young nurses hands away and stared down at her “You see to him….” He spat quickly “You see to him….” He added with a growl, before following behind the team of medical staff with a limp.
The team moved far too fast for Dean to even consider catching up with them and as he reached the door to the room in which they were working on him he was stopped dead in his tracks and advised to seek attention himself. Several threats and raised voices later served only for Dean to be pushed further and further away from the room and as he could only watch the medical team shut him out of the room completely, he allowed his body to sink slowly, wearily down upon the floor.
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Post by Medical Team on May 20, 2008 11:27:49 GMT -4
As the medical team made quick work of getting the young man sorted upon a fresh bed and went about cutting open the front of his jeans to get to the wound upon his thigh, Dr. Allison, the attending doctor of the emergency room, quickly set about preparing the various items she and her team would need.
Moving over to the young mans side and quickly gazing over the Marshall’s badge that was shoved none too gently into her vision, Dr. Cameron snatched it away and threw it down upon the work station beside the man. “Samuel?” she spoke clearly, her voice raised only slightly as she gently pulled the young mans eye lids open and flashed her light into them. “Well pupils are reactive….” she mumbled to the nurse beside her and began to inspect the wound upon his leg.
“Deep contusion to his right thigh, measuring nearly ten inches.” she said quickly, making light work of removing the make shift tourniquet at the top of the leg and immediately regretting the action as blood quickly poured once more from the wound. “We need a blood type match and transfusion asap….as in now.” she yelled out into the room and silently willed one of the nurses to work with a nod of her head before turning back to the young man.
Pushing a bundle of gauze down upon the wound Dr. Cameron allowed her eyes to gaze over the young man and she quickly ascertained the severity of his wounds and which needed seeing to first. “Apply pressure to the head, stop the bleeding and lemme know if that needs stitches too…” she hissed quickly, the gauze beneath her hands already soaked in blood “Dammit, he is losing too much too soon…..Samuel?!” she called out, slightly louder and more urgently than before “Samuel….Mr Gerard….”
Dr. Cameron pushed one of the nurses hands down upon the gauze and moved over to the young mans head “Apply the pressure and change the dressing if needs be, someone call for a surgeon….we need these wounds closed and fast….Mr Gerard….” Dr. Cameron stared down at the young mans face and shook her head.
“We need you to try to wake up Mr. Gerard….” she said quietly, placing her hand to his throat and checking over his pulse. “Get a monitor on him, oxygen on standby…” she called out and turned her attention back again to “Mr. Gerard”.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 20, 2008 12:35:41 GMT -4
The buzzing in Sam’s head seemed to get louder and louder by the second and with the buzzing came the pain and with the pain came the knowledge that Sam knew he was on the verge of having to be thrust back into consciousness once more which was no longer something he welcomed with open arms.
“Samuel,” he could hear the constant calling of someone saying his name over and over again and he didn’t have the faintest idea who it was. It wasn’t Dean or his dad or Bobby as the person was clearly female by the voice and it wasn’t Missouri. The voice was calming and had it not been clouded by the pain Sam might have been more willing to respond.
He hurt everywhere and the buzzing and pain was only intensifying and somewhere in his mind he heard or groan or possibly a cry of agony as the pain in his leg screamed to new heights.
“Dean!” Sam yelled as his eyes snapped open with a jolt as his body tried to curl in on itself in an attempt to fight off the pain he was in. Sam struggled weakly to pull himself away from the gang of assaulting hands which seemed to be poking and pulling him in every which direction only making the pain worse. He stared up blurry eyed and confused at the woman who stood above him, the woman he assumed had been calling his name.
He clenched his eyes shut for a moment against the pain before forcing them open and staring wide eyed and desperate up at the doctor.
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Post by Medical Team on May 20, 2008 12:56:05 GMT -4
Dr. Cameron had been attempting to check over the young mans head wound as a precautionary measure when her attention was snapped back to his face and she stumbled back momentarily as he called out into the room. Her eyes stared wide eyed at the surrounding team as they too took a sudden step backwards and she made her way immediately back to his side. “Hey…hey, hey, Samuel? Sam?” she whispered gently, and attempting to hold him out straight upon the bed.
“I need you to lie still for me Sam, you have lost a lot of blood and I need to check over your wounds….Can you do that for me?” she asked quietly, her own eyes locking with his. The pain and fear ever evident behind his eyes. As her eyes gazed over this body, Dr. Cameron stopped briefly on his chest and shot him as comforting a look as she could muster “There is blood here Sam….” She whispered gently “I just need to check it out ok? Just try to breath and try to stay as still as you can for me ok?” she nodded gently.
Her eyes locked on to the nurse that stood nearest to Sam’s head and she nodded at the equipment on stand by “Get some oxygen ready, should he need it…” he spoke softly and carefully began to remove the bloodied and filthy shirt from off of Sam’s body. Her eyes immediately fell upon the vivid bruising that littered his body and she gently traced a hand across the lower part of his chest “At least two ribs broken on his left side….” She relayed to the nurse beside her before leaning over slightly to check on his right “Heavy bruising but no breakages on the left…” she added quickly.
As her hand moved up to the tattoo that lay upon the young mans chest, Dr. Cameron shot a look back to the nurse and nodded gently “That isn’t too deep, patch it with gauze and then concentrate on his leg again.” She added quickly before moving back up to Sam’s head
“Sam?” she said clearly, her eyes gazing back into his “We might have to send you off for surgery for your leg wound ok? Do you need pain meds? Oxygen? Just lemme know and I will get you it ok?” she asked gently. “Do you want us to call anyone? Your partner is outside, he bought you in. Who is Dean, Mr. Gerard? Do you want us to call him?” she added softly.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 20, 2008 13:27:39 GMT -4
Dean had sat with his head rested against the cool wall behind him, his eyes boring into the doorway of the room he knew his brother to be in and he did not move an inch. The countless patients that were wheeled past him in that time did not phase him and even as the other medical teams insisted upon checking him over, he pushed them away one after the other.
His attention was pulled fully to the room his brother had been taken into as he heard his name being called out and, despite the pain that shot through every inch of his body, he tore himself up and off the floor and ran full pelt into the room. His eyes immediately fell upon the form of his brother, being held back gently against the bed, the pain he was experiencing ever evident upon his face.
Pushing away the nurse that tried to force him back out of the room, Dean made his way to the side of Sam’s bed and stared down at him “Sam…. Hey Sam….” He whispered gently, his eyes meeting those of the doctor stood over him. Risking a double take at the doctor that stood over him and shooting her a smile, Dean locked eyes with his brother and gave him an all too impressive smile. “Not bad Sammy….” He winked quickly before looking back up at the doctor, his serious face re-appearing as fast as it had disappeared.
“How is he doc?” he asked quickly, grimacing as he felt another pair of hands pulling him away from his brothers side and eventually side lined to door way of the room “OK! OK! Jesus Christ….just tell me how he is!” he spat quickly, his eyes staring back at the doctor before fixing back on Sam.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 20, 2008 16:15:25 GMT -4
Sam stared back up at the doctor his breathing labored more and more by the second no matter how much he tried to calm himself. The way she held him against the exam table caused pain to tear through his battered body but he tried to not squirm around too much knowing she was only doing what she could to try and help him.
“It’s Sam…I’m only Samuel when I’m in trouble,” he managed to whisper his eyes clenching shut once more as he hissed through another flare up of pain which tore through him. As the doctor began talking again Sam opened his eyes and stared back up at her shaking his head lightly in acknowledging the fact that he would try and lay as still as possible.
Sam’s eyes flickered between the doctor and the rest of the medical team as he tried not to move and tried to remember to breathe but that was proving more and more difficult by the second. Sam sucked in a quick intake of breath as her hands gently traced along his lower chest her fingers slicing through him like knives. He bit into his lower lip till he could taste blood as she continued to check the broken ribs along his chest his eyes slammed shut and they didn’t open again till he heard her voice call his name once more.
Sam tried to focus on the words that the woman was saying but the loud buzzing was all too quickly beginning to drown her out and as he felt hands and arms on his injuries his entire body went jagged as he tried not to move but he was in an extreme amount of pain.
“Sop…please,” he whispered desperately a few seconds before he heard a familiar voice slice through the air, it was Dean.
Sam struggled away from the nurses as he heard his brother’s voice struggling to see him and only grow still again when he had him in his sights. Dean was back, his older brother was there with him just as he should have been and he knew it would all be fine now everything would be fine.
“Dean…” Sam whispered with a faint smile his eyes struggling to stay focused he jerked up slightly though his body screaming in pain as the nurses shoved his brother away from him and out of his sight. The sudden movement accompanied by the sudden jolt of pain caused a cry of pain to be torn from Sam as pain exploded throughout his entire chest all but setting him on fire with agony.
Sam’s eyes grew wide in panic and in agony as he couldn’t breathe and felt as though someone was stacking rocks on to his chest smashing the life out of him. He struggled to breath but it only grew worse and in a few seconds his entire body was wracked with a sickening fit of wet coughs which filled his mouth with blood and bile as he feebly tried to curl into a ball as he coughed up mouth full of blood after mouth full his entire body shaking and his body going into a seizure as the blood loss and lack of oxygen took its final toll on Sam Winchester and after a few moiré agonizing moments his entire world slipped into black and he grew still and his breathing slowed till his heart stopped and he lay motionless and covered in blood upon the hospital bed.
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Post by Medical Team on May 20, 2008 16:49:55 GMT -4
Dr. Cameron smled lightly down on Sam as he proclaimed to only being called Samuel when he was in trouble and she nodded gently “I’ll try to remember that for you Sam.” She said softly “Just tell me if any time at all this is hurting ok? But I need to check you over.” She added gently.
Her movements upon his wounds stopped abruptly as the young man who bought Sam into the hospital crashed through and she stared at him slightly in shock as he firstly went about roughing her staff around and then seeing fit to shoot her a rather odd smile. Returning it warily and watching the exchange of words between the two men, Dr. Cameron tried and failed to stop the nurse from pushing Dean out of the way. “Leave him….let him….”
Her words were snatched from her as Sam began to convulse in pain upon the bed and as blood was coughed and spat from his mouth and his body twisted in agony she immediately glanced at Dean “Sir….you need to leave please….” She yelled quickly, making her way immediately to Sam’s head. Knowing full well from his actions that Dean would not leave in peace, Dr. Cameron nodded one of her nurses over to him and set about pushing the bed into the center of the room “Get him out….now.” she hissed quietly.
Her hands pressed gently upon his throat while her other wrenched an intubation tube from the drawers beside her and she turned Sam onto his back and propped his head back. “He needs intubating….” She yelled out “And get the crash cart!”
Moving almost at the speed of lightning, Dr. Cameron blocked all the intrusion of the nurses around her out as she eased Sam’s head back and set about gently inserting the tube into his throat. Attaching the oxygen and allowing it to breath for him, she then tore the paddles out of the nurses hands and stared down at Sam’s face only briefly before rubbing the paddles together and placing them to Sam’s chest. “Charging to forty…..clear!” she yelled out as firmly as she could and as she hit the paddles and sent a shockwave of electricity coursing through his body she stepped back and shook her head.
“Again!” she called out, leaning over Sam and placing the paddles back to his chest “Clear!” As another wave of electricity slammed through Sam’s body and caused his body to stiffen upon the bed, Dr. Cameron’s eyes shot to the heart monitor and she nodded her head once “We got a sinus rhythm….” She sighed desperately, placing her fingers to Sam’s neck and confirming first hand that his pulse had returned.
“Leave him intubated….” She said quietly, easing the bed back to its original position “We gotta get this wounds closed and where is that damn blood I ordered?!” she cried out angrily, watching through half closed eyes as one of her team quickly scurried out of the room in search of it.
Turning back to Sam and making her way over to his head again, Dr. Cameron set about cleaning the young mans face as best she could and after she had mopped away the blood that had spilled during his seizure, she made her way back to inspect the wound upon his leg.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 20, 2008 18:26:24 GMT -4
Dean had fought against the nurses that were pushing him back towards the exit of the room and he nodded at the doctor quickly “See, she said it’s ok….just let me be with….” Dean’s word were snatched from his mouth and his eyes widened as the scene that played out before him in glorious bloody technicolor slammed through his mind.
His breathing all but ceased in his chest and he was certain against anything that his heart had risen in his throat as Sam flew into a seizure on the bed and he fought back against the arms that were pushing him out of the room “Sam!” he cried out bitterly “Let me the hell go! Sammy!” Dean’s voice cut through the room like a knife as he was pushed and pulled towards the exit of the room and he felt his whole body shake in anger as he turned towards the smallest of the male nurses and slammed his fist full into his face “That’s my brother you goddamn motherfu….” Dean span on the spot and watched aghast as the doctor began to insert a tube into Sam’s throat and he visibly shook where he stood “You bring him back….” He hissed quietly, his eyes never leaving the doctor “You bring him back you hear me?! SAMMY!” his voice bellowed and tore through his head as he pushed his way through his own pain.
Dean tore himself forwards and wrenched his arms free from the nurses holding him back and he turned on the spot to glare at them “I swear to God! Anyone touches me again and it will be the last thing you do!” he screamed painfully, every word jarring his head as he stared back at them pained. As Dean slowly made his way towards the doctor and his brother, his body jerked and his eyes flinched with every shock that was sent coursing through Sam’s body and he visibly sagged on the spot as he heard the same rhythmic beating the doctor did “Jesus Christ….” He whispered, crossing the distance between himself and Sam and clutching desperately at his brothers hand. “You gotta…..fix him doc….please….” he breathed desperately, his eyes pleading with her.
Dean’s attention was snapped away from his brother and back to himself as he felt two pairs of strong arms latch onto him and begin dragging him from the room. A quiet sob broke from him and he all but gave up the fight of staying in the room as two security guards heaved him through the door and simply dropped him to the floor outside of the room “Goddamit….” He whispered desperately, pulling himself up from the floor and driving his foot clean into the doorway of the room. “GODDAMIT!” The door shook beneath his onslaught and he simply allowed his body to slump to the wall and find the floor as he buried his head into his knees “Dad…..” he whispered desperately “Where are you?” he finished, his voice so low, so quiet that it was barely audible.
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Post by John Winchester on May 20, 2008 19:26:18 GMT -4
"God damm it." She curse that ran audibly from John Winchester's mouth as he sat in his truck that he had pulled over to the side of the road. Just when he was nearly at the hospital as well, and he had to get pulled over. He couldn't really attempt to out run them...He was just in a hurry because he wanted to make sure his son was going to be okay. He grabbed a badge from his glove compartment quickly, and wound down his window and waited fairly patiently for the officer to get his ass there quickly so he could disappear again. "What's the matter Officer?" He said glancing at the now approaching man. "You were speeding." Came the blunt answer. John flashed his badge at the officer, apparently it said his name was 'John Hart of the FBI' "I'm on my way to hospital, one of my men was seriously injured in an attack and I was on my way to get there." He explained quickly, though the officer seemed to want to talk, but after a few minutes he finally got out of there and carried on the small way to the hospital.
He pulled into the hospital car park, instantly spotting Bobby's truck, and pulled up behind it. He shoved his badge in his pocket, and jumped out the car, heading inside to the hospital. He went in and looked around, looking for the emergency rooms. Failing that he went to the reception desk and asked for the guy that had been brought in earlier, as an emergency. Eventually she gave him directions, and John headed that way through a corridor and saw Dean sat outside on the floor, looking very worried and upset.
"Dean." He said softly, moving toward his eldest son, who was slumped on the floor. "Dean, whats going on with Sam?" He asked him, staying standing up just now. He needed to know how Sam was, and if Dean was outside, that would suggest it must have been very serious if they weren't going to let them see him.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 20, 2008 19:56:37 GMT -4
Dean’s head snapped up from his knees as he heard his fathers voice call out to him and he quickly and roughly wiped his hand over his eyes. Standing up on uneasy feet, Dean glanced back into the room and shook his head gently “The doctors….they’re still working on him….” He whispered quietly, his eyes finally leaving the doorway to stare back at his father. “He….” Dean’s words were choked on him as he struggled to speak through the emotions of everything that had gone on in the past few hours and he merely stood dumbstruck for a few moments “He died in there Dad….” He whispered fearfully “I watched as he….” Dean buried his face in his hands and rubbed them over it roughly before raising his head slightly and shaking his head at his father “I killed him Dad….what I did…what that thing did to him….I watched as he….”
Dean’s legged gave way beneath him and he struggled to walk over to a nearby chair but finally allowed himself to slump down into it “God if they hadn’t have bought him back I don’t know what I….” Dean composed himself slowly and allowed his breathing to even out slightly before he stared up at his father with nothing but remorse in his eyes “They say he needs surgery….and blood….” He added with a grimace and he held his hands in his hands.
“Oh God….I don’t know what I should do any…..” Dean’s words stopped abruptly and his head snapped up to meet his father “God….” He whispered quietly, his eyes seeming to take on a sort of dazed look to them as words his brother once spoke to him slammed into his mind “ I needed to think that there was something else watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe...Maybe I could be saved…”
“He….he needs to be saved….” He whispered almost robotically as he pushed himself from off of the seat and studied the various signs that lay dotted about the hallway around him. “You…..you stay with Sammy….you have my number…..call me if anything….” Dean stopped speaking and glanced at his father “Just call me if anything changes….” He whispered quietly and, after finding the sign that he was looking for, Dean took off slowly and painfully down the hallway and away from the ER.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 21, 2008 9:30:35 GMT -4
Sam lay motionless upon the hospital bed the stark white sheets which were now blood splattered stood in an eerie combination with his pale and blood splattered complexion. The intubation tube allowed for his chest to rise and fall softly as air made its way into his starved lungs. Sam Winchester had died even for the briefest moments and he would never know it. The second the world had slipped into black it had stayed just that. He couldn’t hear anything or even see anything and as much as he had tried to open his eyes or move or do anything he hadn’t been able to and he had known he was dying.
In the very last moments of life a rather inappropriate thing comes into play you start to focus on everything and anything you could and should have done but didn’t and it leaves you feeling nothing but regret and emptiness. As Sam held his stance cold and alone in the darkness he felt empty and he felt scared but he didn’t feel alone even then he knew somewhere even if he wasn’t there that Dean would be there and that his father would be there and they could take care of each other. Sam tried so desperately to hold on to these thoughts till the sickening sound of a howl pierced the silence and the darkness and Sam froze momentarily having forgotten that his deal would apparently come do should he die. But the howl never got closer and nothing ever came for him … not yet anyways. He was yanked and jolted into a blinding light which burned through to his very core and then he knew nothing else…but he was alive.
In the Emergency room Sam lay extremely pale and still upon the bed his eyes flickering softly behind his eye lids but he didn’t move and he barely breathed but he was alive and he would fight as hard as he could to stay that way.
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Post by Medical Team on May 21, 2008 10:03:54 GMT -4
Dr. Cameron busied herself with sorting and arranging Sam Winchester for surgery as the young man lay still upon the bed before her. The machinery that breathed for him and the constant beeping of the heart monitor caused an eery break in the silence and she kept her eyes between the young man’s face and the wound upon his leg. “Any word on the surgeon?” she asked quietly, glancing up at the single nurse left in the room and as the young lady confirmed that they were on their way down, Dr. Cameron nodded slowly and peered out of the window to the hallway outside.
As a second nurse rushed in with the blood transfusion kit and Dr. Cameron began to insert the needles into Sam’s arms, she stared down at him and quickly glanced out of the window into the hallway beyond just in time to see his “partner” make his way off into the distance. “So who are you really Sam?” she whispered quietly to his unconscious form “I am guessing your name is Sam….you answered to it after all….and Dean….didn’t seem to be the sort of guy to call his work colleague “brother” on a whim….” She said softly and as the transfusion began and she checked that the blood was entering his system at the correct rate, Dr. Cameron reached down and quickly checked through Sam’s pockets for any other form of I.D.
“Well dammit….” She groaned, allowing his bloodied and ripped jeans to fall to the floor and she shook her head as she stared back at him. “I guess you will just have to be an enigma then Marshall Gerard….” She said quietly, stopping herself in her speech as the doors to the room flew open and several surgeons raced in as if their asses were on fire “Could have done with you guys ten minutes ago” she spat viciously, prepping Sam’s bed and wheeling it along with the surgery team.
“Severe contusion to his right thigh, head and broken ribs. His lung collapsed in on itself and we managed to get him back. Keep the blood going in and let me know as soon as he is out of surgery ok?” she said firmly, helping the team wheel the bed into the elevator and staring at the young man upon the bed until the doors slid closed and she was left with just her thoughts within the hallway.
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Post by John Winchester on May 21, 2008 15:54:53 GMT -4
"You did no such thing Dean. It was not your fault, you couldn't control what you were doing, it was that demon. Don't you blame yourself." John said to his son, keeping himself composed for the moment. He choked slightly when Dean said slowly that Sam had died, but then figured that Dean would be in a lot worse state if he actually had. It seemed to be busy in the room past the double doors and he could hear a few voices, he just wished he had a better view of what they were doing to his Sam.
He went to help Dean over to the chair, but Dean managed to make it through himself, and he sat himself in the seat next to him after Dean had said something. "Well he would need the blood the amount he lost." He said softly. "We just have to trust these doctors and nurses will do the best they can. They're not going to let anyone die if they can help it. Sam's strong, he'll get through it.." He trailed off as Dean seemed to be having some kind of ephiphany about God, no less. Well it had been the last word he had uttered anyway. "Dean you can't, someone needs to look at your hand." He tried to say before his eldest stood up.
"I will Dean...I will..." He said shortly after seeing Dean walk off and promised to call him if something happened.
John paced up and down shortly, watching some doctors and nurses going in with things to help his youngest son.
After a few long minutes that seemed like hours..the doctors came out wheeling Sam's trolley/bed thing, with the doctors, he followed them at a distance until the elevator closed. But he sooned homed on the nurse or doctor that had stayed behind and so he went to talk to her, figuring she'd have news about Sam.
"I need to know how he is. I need to know how Sam is! The guy you've just been treating. I have to know whats going on, is he going to be okay?" John asked her. Okay so it was all at once, but it needed to come out, he needed to ask someone. He got his badge out, flashing it to her showing her he was FBI. "I'm his superior, he was out with me when he was attacked." He explained briefly, just to she could tell him what was wrong with his son.
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Post by cam on May 21, 2008 18:59:40 GMT -4
Dr. Cameron turned as a voice called out to her and her eyes immediately dashed over the badge that the guy had flashed to her before she glanced at the elevator and then back at him. “He is in a bad way sir, he has lost a lot of blood and he needs surgery on his leg and his chest.” Making her way slowly towards the nurses station and indicating for him to follow, Dr. Cameron continued to speak in a soft a fashion as she could. “I will know the full extent of the damage when he returns downstairs but for now he is on a machine to help him breath and he is also undergoing a blood transfusion….I won’t lie sir, it is touch and go for now. He has ben responsive but he seized on the table and we managed to bring him back. The full extent of the damage won’t be fully known until he is back down I am afraid.” She added gently and shot him as warm a smile as she could. “I will keep you posted on his condition. Does he have family nearby? Anyone we can call to come visit him? We will need medical background for him and his family.” She added quickly. ---------------------- The call that came through sent Dr. Cameron into action as she made her way determinedly towards the elevators and watched as the numbers above the doors symbolised that Sam was on his way back down. As the doors opened and the surgery team pushed Sam’s bed back out into the hallway, Dr. Cameron gazed over his face and then back up at the main doctor “Surgery went ok?” she asked for confirmation “No complications? And all wounds healed?” A nod from the surgeon was all she needed to put a small smile on her face and she helped guide Sam back into a nearby room. The machinery that still pumped oxygen into his system and the monitor that beeped rhythmically to match his heart rate chimed through the room and as Dr. Cameron began to make her final assessment on the young Sam she kept her eyes solely on the varying equipment around her. “Looks like you dodged a bullet Sam….” She mumbled down to the still man and went about checking the dressing on his thigh. She shot back however and all but fell upon the floor as the unconscious Sam’s head snapped to the side and she watched aghast as his nose all but exploded of its own accord “What the hell….” She hissed, making her way quickly to the head of the bed and packing gauze over the bloody mess “I NEED HELP IN HERE!” she cried out urgently and yet could not help as she jumped back again in shock. Sam’s body was seemingly slammed into the bed by an invisible force, blood spewing from his mouth and shooting out like a fountain. “JESUS CHRIST!” her voice came out shocked and ragged as her eyes flew to the monitor beside her and she jumped into action as soon the machine flat lined. “CRASH CART! NOW!” Moving to the side of Sam’s bed, Dr. Cameron leaned up upon the bars and began compression on his chest, the constant droning beep of the heart monitor piercing through her mind and she struggled to keep her own composure. “What in the bloody hell is happening?!” she growled angrily, her hands slamming their way down upon Sam’s chest in a hope of getting his heart beating again. As her team flew in through the door and bought with it the crash cart and other supplies, Dr. Cameron desperately remained pushing down upon his chest until the very last second when the paddles were placed in her hands. “CLEAR!” As the shock waves of electricity slammed through Sam’s body and caused it to contort upon the bed, Dr. Cameron’s eyes never left the heart monitor and she shook her head in frustration “CLEAR!” she spat again, sending the shocks coursing through his body once, twice and again, her anger and upset at the whole situation showing in every one of her movements. As she reached forwards to shock Sam once more, Dr. Cameron stopped and merely stared at the heart monitor. The weak, barely audible beeps that symbolized that the young man had been bought back tore through her and she dropped the paddles back into the hands of the nurse beside her. “I don’t know what in the hell happened….” She whispered painfully “He just….” Brushing the loose hair away from her face, Dr. Cameron made her way over to Sam’s head and genly lifted his eye lids. Scanning her light across them and visibly sagging on the spot, Dr. Cameron shook her head gently and made her way towards the door “Shit….” She hissed quietly “Where’s the guy who bought him in? Or his superior?” she asked one of the nurses beside her as she pushed her way out into the hallway beyond.
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Post by John Winchester on May 21, 2008 19:41:11 GMT -4
John nodded along with Dr Cameron's explanation of what had happened with Sam, about having surgery. At least he was here, where they could fix him up properly, as long as nothing untoward happened, which he dreaded partly, because he knew he'd end up trying to explain something. "Yeah his family are nearby." John said with a small smile. "I know about them, I can fill you in on what you need." He told her as he followed her to the nurses station to fill her in.
John waited near to the nurses station, and after a while a call came through, and he watched this Dr. Cameron's face as she got up and headed to the elevator which Sam had gone up in previously. She stood up and glanced around wondering where Dean had got to, but pushed that thought to the back of his head for a moment, as he followed the nurse a little way behind.
When he saw Sam, he was relieved that he seemed okay, and the surgeon seemed happy at what had been done to his son, and so he hung back a little, wanting to give them space. They took him into a room, and closed the doors again, so he waited outside, and nearly got flattened by a team of nurses rushing in there which didn't bode well in his eyes. "What the hell is going on in there?!" John's voice sounded, rather anxious and worried about what was going on, until the nurse he had spoken to earlier came rushing out the doorway and into the hallway. He grabbed her arm, perhaps a little too roughly but he didn't care, he was worried about Sam. "What's happening with him?! Whats wrong?!" He asked her with a worried expression in his eyes gazing at hers.
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