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Post by Almighty Admin on May 28, 2008 16:54:51 GMT -4
Sam’s eyes had never moved from the doctor’s as he felt her hand upon his forehead and her voice calmly explaining what it was that was preventing him from breathing at the moment. He knew what it was of course he had his fare share of them in his life and even so waking up with a tube down your throat never got any easier.
He lay back against the bed as he felt her begin to tug at the tube pulling it from his throat. His hands clenched into the bed sheets, his knuckles turning white the harder he gripped his eyes clenched shut but he continued to breath out as she instructed till she wrenched the tube free and he broke into a coughing fit which only served to further rape his brutalized throat.
Sam shook his head gently as she asked if he needed any water. He needed something and he was pretty sure the option of ripping his throat out wasn’t on the table.
He sucked down several gulps of air his lungs starved for it as his eyes scanned the room in desperate search of his father and brother.
“Dean?” Sam managed to ask the doctor his voice raspy and low.
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Post by cam on May 28, 2008 17:45:42 GMT -4
Allison never took her eyes from Sam as she removed the tube from his throat and she allowed him the space he needed as he all but choked back on the air that rushed freely into his lungs. As his choking fit came to an end, she placed her hands gently against his back and helped to prop him up slightly, hitching the top of his bed up and settling him back down in a semi-upright position. “That will help you breath easier…” she said softly.
Reaching behind her and pouring a glass of water even as Sam refused her offer, Allison placed the cup beside his bed and smiled lightly at him. “Just in case you change your mind.” she said with a small smile.
Her eyes followed Sam’s as he glanced about the room and as he spoke the name Dean, she glanced back at him and smiled once more. “Dean? Your….brother is it?” she asked gently. “He has been a few times, would sit by your bed for a time. He didn’t really….” Allison thought back to the first time she had been introduced to the famous Dean and she smiled awkwardly at Sam.
“The first time he was here, he kinda lost his temper with my team….he seems to have made an impression on them and not a good one by all accounts.” she added “His friend joins him too, the blonde lady? They seem close….look Sam…” Allison stopped speaking quickly and glanced at the door that lay slightly open.
Making her way over to it and pushing it closed fully, she made her way back to the side of Sam and made herself comfortable upon the stool again. “I need to know…something…” she added quickly “I asked the guy, the guy who said he was your superior, for your families details, I needed to know history and the like. He never got back to me….you guys, you’re not marshals…are you?” she asked before holding her hands up quickly “Not that it bothers me….each to their own, I’m not going to shop you, but when it comes to information like that….I can’t have them lying to simply protect whatever it is that happened to you.” Allison locked her eyes with Sam again and shook her head gently “And besides, I would feel a bit stupid calling you Sam only to find out that that isn’t your name…” she added gently.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 29, 2008 11:38:10 GMT -4
“Thanks,” Sam whispered his voice hoarse as she helped him adjust slightly on the bed so that he could breath easier. Sam offered her a weak smile as she set the glass of water down beside him “just incase.” He knew he could probably use the water but that involved effort and he was really not a fan of expelling too much at the moment it was enough that he was awake and attempting to talk.
“Yeah,” Sam whispered as the doctor asked if Dean was his brother. He grimaced slightly trying to think if he could remember what in the hell Dean had told the doctors about hem or what name they were using at the moment. He always hated waking up in the hospital and not knowing what was what. Sam nodded as eh pulled his eyes away from the doctor as she explained that Dean had been around which made the nagging feeling that he had been abandoned go away for a time.
His eyes scanned over his own body as best as he could taking in the extent of his healing injuries. He picked absent mindedly at the top of the cast on his right arm. He really hated wearing a cast but God knew it wasn’t his first one. His attention quickly snapped back to Cameron as she mentioned a blonde woman that had come with Dean. The memories of the vivid demon encounter/nightmare came crashing over Sam as he remembered what the demon had explained in regards to Layla and Dean but that couldn’t have been true maybe it was just some random nurse Dean had picked up while Sam was in the coma.
A look of confusion mixed with slight concern crossed Sam’s face as he watched the doctor’s tone change as she walked over and shut the door firmly before returning to his side. This couldn’t be good.
Sam listened as the doctor explained what her concerns were. It didn’t take a genius to realize that his “superior” was either his dad or Bobby and they were using their jobs as “marshals” this go around.
“Um…there isn’t any family history…just me and Dean,” Sam said with a small nod hoping he wasn’t screwing up any other lies which had been told.
“My names Sam,” he said with a small smile as he tried his best to avoid the whole marshal question as well as the whole question in regards to covering up what it was that had happened to him.
“Thanks…for the worry,” he said with a hopefully convincing smile. It was always a bitch having to sort lies and shit out when you had literally just woken up and he knew he was more then likely doing a piss ass excuse for it but he didn’t have much to go on. That was part of the reason that usually someone would have been there when he woke up. They had always did their damndest to be around when one of them was out in a hospital to as quickly as possible bring the other up to speed and avoid any uncomfortable games of 20 questions later on.
Sam reached voer carefully and took a drink from teh glass of water; the liquid immediately bit into his raw throat and he quickly had to set the glass down as he broke out into a fit of coughs which left him feeling even weaker as he leaned back against the bed his eyes closed for a moment before forcing them open and on to the doctor once more.
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Post by cam on May 29, 2008 13:42:47 GMT -4
Allison watched as Sam began to fiddle slightly with the cast on his arm and she smiled lightly at him “You will need that on for the next couple of weeks. Three maximum I would say.” she said softly “If it’s uncomfortable let me know, it may need changing.” she added quickly.
“Just you and Dean yeah?” she said quietly, jotting down notes in the file beside him and glancing back up at him. “He had a fair few injuries himself, all but refused to get them seen to until the girl, blond lady, God what’s her name? She knows you though…” Allison said quietly “Anyway…only time he got them seen to was when…Layla, that’s her name, I don’t know what she said or did but he finally got seen to. You guys have matching casts.” Allison added with a small smile.
Allison nodded her head once as Sam confirmed that that was his real name and she smiled lightly “Nice to meet you then Sam, my name is Allison…and it’s cool that I got your name right, I didn’t like the idea of calling you something you’re not Mr….Gerard…?” Allison added with a knowing smile before placing the file back at the bed.
As Allison glanced back at Sam, she could not help but remember what happened to Sam as he laid unconscious upon the bed and the events that led up to his coma and she tried to keep her voice as calm as possible. “Sam….is there a history of seizures? Fits? Anything like that in your family. If you know much of your parents at all? It’s just that when you were bought in it was almost as if you were….”
Allison leaned forwards and took the glass away from Sam as he attempted to drink the water she had poured for him and he all but choked up the liquid with another fit of coughs. “Yeah that will be difficult at first.” she said quietly “The whole tube thing will have made your throat a little worse for wear. But it will pass in a day or so.” she added quickly.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 30, 2008 9:27:43 GMT -4
“It’s fine just itches a bit and I guess you wouldn’t recommend me shoving something in it to fix that,” Sam said with a small smile as he looked back over at her and grew silent for a moment as she mentioned he would probably have it on for a few weeks. His eyes grew slightly panicked as he realized he didn’t know what day it was and exactly how many weeks he had left.
“What day is it?...Like the date…what date is it?” Sam asked trying to swallow down the panic in his voice. That would just be par for the course if he had spent the remaining month he had to live in a coma.
Sam’s eyes grew slightly wide as the doctor mentioned the blonde woman’s name as being Layla. But it couldn’t be her…she had been in Nebraska they had left her there and she had been dying. The flashes the demon had showed Sam tore through his mind and he couldn’t help but begin to believe that perhaps maybe Dean had just given him for dead and moved on. His eyes snapped back down to the sheets which covered him no longer looking at the doctors.
“Demon’s lie,” he whispered to himself not even noticing he had said it out loud.
His eyes found their way to hers once more as she asked him some extremely odd and rather troubling questions.
“No they don’t…didn’t they didn’t have any…what…what happened?” Sam asked swallowing down the lump in his throat.
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Post by cam on May 30, 2008 9:41:54 GMT -4
Allison allowed a small laugh to fall from her as Sam mentioned the desire to shove something down his cast to get rid of the itching and she shook her head gently “As a doctor…I don’t recommend it, but as someone who has had their fair share of those things in the past I would suggest maybe a ruler, or the none dangerous end of a plastic knife…” she added with a wink “Just try not to lose it down there, I would hate to have to remove the cast just to put a new one on because you have butter fingers.”
Allison’s eyes met Sam’s and took on a wide loom that mimicked his own as he seemed to throw himself into a slight panic and she glanced down at her watch “It’s the 30th of May Sam…you have been out for about a week.” she said softly “Did you have things you needed to do? People you needed to see, cos I am pretty sure a coma will be a good enough reason for being tardy.” she added with a small attempt at a laugh.
As Sam pulled his eyes away from her and began to focus upon the sheets that lay across him, Allison stared back at him with confusion and leaned closer slightly. She was damn sure she heard correctly, even though he all but whispered it beneath his breath but she had to make sure “Demon’s….? Sam…Can I check you over? You know, eyes, memory, the regular run of the mill stuff?”
As Allison reached behind her to gather up a few items she would need, she glanced back at Sam and sagged slightly as he seemed intent upon pressing on with the matter she had previously cut short. “Look Sam…I don’t even know myself. One minute you were fine, just got down from surgery in fact and then you just…Look if I say this, I will need therapy and tests myself but God help me it was almost like someone had decided to crack you a couple of shots where you lay…that’s the only way I can explain how someone’s nose would explode of its own accord and have the stuffing knocked out of them….” Allison frowned slightly as she stared back at Sam. “But it had been a long day so maybe I was imagining things…” she added softly.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Jun 1, 2008 23:50:54 GMT -4
Sam smiled softly as Alison gave her pointers on what he could use as far as shoving down his cast in order to help with the maddening itching, it was the one thing which always drove him nuts no matter how many broken bones he had had the itching that went with the cast and healing drove him nuts.
"Thanks doc I'll keep that in mind," he said offering up a faint smile.
"A comas not good enough," Sam whispered his face growing even pa;er as he realized he had lost a week in his already short time left. He had 20 days left...that was it his month had even been gone now and he half wondered if he wouldn't have just been better off not waking up at all and letting the hell hounds rip him apart in the hospital.
"....20 days," Samwhispered hsi voice distant as he tried to grasp everything which was runnign through his mind.
"I need to see my brother and my dad I need to...my boss and Dean I need to see them it's really important," Sam said staring back at the doctor his brown eyes wide and pleading as he stared back at her his breathing hectic and labored.
"I'm fine," Sam replied shortly as the doctor decided he was a danger of losing his mind...if she only knew the half ot it.
Sam looked back at the doctor as she explained what had happened to him the only explanation was Meg.
"I know it won't make much sense but you're not crazy and I...you could proabbly say I did inadvertently probably have the shit knocked out of me," Sam grumbeled his eyes flickering down to his wrist which wasn't covered with the cast but wrapped in bandages as he recalled the slits which had torn into his wrists care of Meg Masters.
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Post by cam on Jun 1, 2008 23:59:00 GMT -4
Allison frowned slightly as Sam seemed to go into a panic over what day it was and as he muttered the number of days under his breath she shook her head gently and smiled lightly “No….not twenty days, you have only been out for seven…” she said softly, he brow continuing to furrow in confusion.
As Sam’s breathing began to take on a life of it’s own, Allison took herself from the stool and gently placed her hands on Sam’s shoulders, her eyes met his and she glanced at him confused as he expressed a need to see his father and she shot a glance at the door before looking back at him. “Your father? I thought you said it was just you and…” Allison pulled herself away from Sam and took up his file. Her hand made light work of jotting down a series of new notes, and she deposited it back on the bed.
“Look Sam…” she whispered gently, making her way back to him and holding his face gently as she shone her light quickly into his eyes. “You didn’t have anything knocked out of you Sam….you had a fit. That was all, a fit and I really think that maybe we need to get you in for some tests….” she mumbled quietly, pulling away from Sam and eying the monitor beside him.
“I think we should check to see whether the time you were out had an adverse effect upon you….ok?” she whispered gently, smiling down at him as reassuringly as she could.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Jun 2, 2008 0:09:30 GMT -4
Sam shook his head slightly as the doctor corrected him on the number of days he had been out. He of course knew the number of days she had said but she had no idea the days he was more worried about at the time.
His eyes widdened slightly as he realized the slip he ahd made regarding his dad. He really needed tos top talking before he ended up in a padded cell. He could really use the help of his brother or dad right baout then but neither one seemed to be anywhere around and that was more then un-nerving for him.
"No it is just me and Dean...I get...I got confused for a second...I need to talk to Dean and my boss not my dad I don't have a dad I just need to talk to my boss...please I swear I'm fine, I'll be fine," Sam protested pushing himself up and immediately regrettiing it as pain washed over him and he sucked in a quick hiss of breath as he clenched his eyes shut for a moment before forcing them open again and staring back at the dcotor.
"Please...please help me," he whispered hoping to appeal to her better nature.
"I didn't have a fit," Sam protested quickly losing his patience already.
"Look it wasn't a fit you said so yourself it looked like someone was beating the hell out of me...well there you go piece it togther from there," Sam grumbeled his eeys searching the door almost willing for someone anyone at this point to walk through it.
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Post by cam on Jun 2, 2008 0:20:08 GMT -4
Allison shook her head gently as Sam proclaimed that he had gotten confused by asking for his father and she smiled down at him gently "That's why I need to get you checked over Sam....ok? So we can check that nothing else is wrong with you." she added gently.
Stepping back as Sam flew upwards off of the bed and moving back towards him as he obviously regretted the swift movement, Allison placed her hands firmer upon his shoulders this time and made sure that he was eased back onto the bed.
As Sam pleaded with her for help, Allison removed her hands from him and quickly began to rummage in the small trolley beside the bed. "I will help you Sam, but I have to have you help me first ok? You have to be calm so that I can help you, so that we can check you over and see what is the matter with you ok?" she whispered, turning back to Sam and quickly depositing a needle upon the stand beside him.
"Sam....listen to me...you did have a fit....nothing else. And we need to know why..." she said calmly, though her patience was beginning to run thin as Sam's anger mounted towards her. "So what I need you to do is to calm down so that I can piece this all together....like you suggested..." she added, reaching for the syringe and pressing down upon Sam's shoulder.
"This will only put you out for a few hours Sam ok? You will be up again in 8 hours, but I need you to relax..." she whispered, taking a firm hold of Sam's arm and immediately sliding the syringe deep into his flesh.
"It will all be ok Sam...ok? I will be here when you wake and then we can sort out what sort of help you need..." she whispered soothingly, plunging the needle down and deposting the sedative deep into Sam's veins.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Jun 2, 2008 1:05:57 GMT -4
Sam closed his eyes for a moment as the doctor once more insited that hse check him over to make sure he was ok. He was all fine and dandy of course...or as well as someone could be after almost being killed by their demon posessed brother...but then of course he couldn't very well tell her that and hope to live another day in a place where he would be able to keep his shoe laces.
"Please I know you think I'm nuts but I swear I'm not I just need your help please just get Dean please," Sam pleaded with her once more as he saw her rummaging through something and he knew he was running out of tim e and he wished to all fck someone would hsow up any second but as time ticked by he realized nobody was coming.
Sam's eyes widened in absolute panic as he watched the doctor bring the syringe over to his arm and explain that she intended to put him back to sleep if only for a few hours. He couldn't go back to sleep he couldn't deal with the demons and their games in his own mind he couldn't handle it again he would snap.
"No! No please don't I swear I won't give you trouble," Sam pleaded tryign to struggle out of her grasp as he felt the syringe slide into his arm and he clenched his eyes shut for a moment as he struggeled to get away from her before she could drug him.
"Please don't please he'll...he makes the rules then," Sam cried out in panic as he watched wide eyed as she pumped the drugs clean into his veins. He was screwed...
"No...no....please," Sam whispered his vision almost clouding immediately from the drug now ripping through his system as he slumped back against his pillow the world growing cloudy around him.
"Please," he begged weakly before his eyes slipped shut and he slumped against the pillow un-moving save for the soft rise and fall of his chest as his eyes flickered slightly under his eyelids his mind already plagued by dreams.
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Post by cam on Jun 2, 2008 22:30:49 GMT -4
Allison smiled down on Sam as reassuringly as she could muster as he once more begged her to find Dean. Shaking her head softly and resting her hand gently upon his forehead, Allison tried her best to keep her voice calm.
“Sam…he will be right here when you wake up ok?” she whispered gently “I need to make sure you are 100% and then I will go find him ok?” she added softly.
As Sam all but pleaded with her to not drug him and he began to quickly squirm beneath her grasp, Allison held firmer and shook her head at him “Sam we need you calm and we need to be able to check you over fully and I need you to sleep for that ok?” she soothed, waiting patiently for the drugs to take affect.
As Sam’s words cried out and slowly began to cease, Allison’s brow furrowed as she looked down on him and she began to wonder just what the hell she was dealing with “It’s ok Sam, no-one can hurt you in your sleep…I promise, we won’t let it ok?” she soothed softly, watching with slight relief as the drugs finally took and hold and Sam slumped back unconscious upon his bed.
Making the appropriate calls and making her way quickly out of the room, Allison stood patiently as she waited for the porters to take Sam up for the series of tests he was to have.
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Post by John Winchester on Jun 4, 2008 16:40:55 GMT -4
John had nodded at the guy who had told him to go home. For some reason in the back of his mind he didn't want to leave, but he did anyway. With a sigh he climbed into his truck, and left the hospital heading back to Missouri's house, with a slight doubt in the back of his mind as to why he was doing it, but carried on anyway. He flipped open his cell phone as he drove, automatically checking it and found a message from Bobby.
Winchester it's Bobby you know the man you were supposed to call when you got word on Sam. Call me as soon as you dumb shit.
"Ahh shit." John cursed, slamming his hand into the steering wheel and pulling into the side, earning him a honk from the car behind him, but he didn't care. He dialled Bobby's number, he really needed to put his phone somewhere with signal. "Bobby, you should get down to the hospital, we need to keep watch on Sam, I have a feeling there's been extra company at the hospital. I need all the help we can get to keep an eye on both the boys. Dean's somewhere, and Sam's in a coma. I'll see ya soon." He said flipping the phone shut and turning his car in the road, and drove back to the hospital.
A week passed and John had stayed almost near to the hospital whilst Sam had been in his coma. He had been in and out though, researching what ever they could do to save Sam, and had even at one point consorted with a priest, who said he could do nothing. John didn't really believe him, but when down a different route anyway. He got another friend of his researching on trying to find the demon that was responsible for Sam's injuries, so he was still waiting for that phone call.
At the moment he was making his way back to where Sam was with a styrophone cup filled with coffee when he saw Sam's doctor coming out of the room he was in, and whom looked like she was waiting for something. "How's Sam? What's going on?" He asked her, needing to know what she was now doing to his son.
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Post by Bobby Singer on Jun 8, 2008 1:43:53 GMT -4
Bobby had made his way back tot eh hospital that morning just like he had every other day before that since Sam had been in the coma. He had been working every shoft possible with John and the others to try and figure out what exactly they could do to help Sam and also deal with the deal he had amde which was looming over head. He ahd doen the best that he could in repairing the damage done to Missouri's house though he was more then certain that she wouldn't be forgetting this last visit any time soon if at all.
As the days past Bobby grew tired of waiting for Sam to wake up and he wished there would have been a way to get the boy to just snap out of it but of course nobody was that lucky when it came to things such as that.
As he turned the corner to the intensive care unit his eyes narrowed slightly as he saw John standing in the hallway with the woman who had been one of Sam's doctors.
"What's going on now?" Bobby asked as soon as he was near enough to the two to hear what it was the doctor had to say about Sam's condition.
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Post by cam on Jun 9, 2008 12:29:24 GMT -4
Allison glanced at her watch for mere moments to check upon the time and the ensure that all was ready for Sam’s move upstairs as a voice called out to her and she snapped her eyes up to meet those of the man she knew, or at least thought to be Sam’s superior within the division he worked. “we are having to take Mr Gerard up for some….”
Allison’s words stopped momentarily at the appearance of a man she had seen often visiting her patient over the past week and she offered up a small smile to the two men that now stood before her. “As I was telling Mr….erm..” she pressed gently with a cringe, closing Sam’s door and stepping further out into the hallway.
All but guiding the men away from the door to Sam’s room, Allison stopped by the waiting seats adjacent to his room and kept her eyes both on them and upon the hallways around her so as to keep an eye out for the porters due to take Sam upstairs. “As I was telling Sam’s superior…sir,” she offered politely, to both men “We are having to take Sam up for a series of tests. There is the possibility that that trauma he has suffered and his spell in the coma has caused damage to his brain functions. This is all just precautionary but right now he is sedated and we are just waiting for the….oh here we go…” Allison’s words were halted as the elevator beside her swung open and she indicated into the room that held Sam.
“He is heavily sedated, will be out for a few hours, all the tests he need are listed on his notes. Let me know as soon as they are complete.” she spoke clearly to the porters and she guided the two men aside as Sam was firstly wheeled out of his room, still attached to machinery and quickly placed within the elevator.
“If you could wait somewhere that I can find you or, if you leave me a number for the both of you I will get to you with news as soon as I have it.” she called out, making her way over to the nurses station “And Sam wishes for his brother…Dean? To be there when he comes down. If you could see to that, that would be great.” she added quickly, turning to the nurses surrounding her and busying herself with other files.
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