Post by Bobby Singer on Jun 16, 2008 9:45:37 GMT -4
Bobby’s eyes flicked from the door behind the doctor and back to the young doctor’s face as she spoke on Sam and his condition and everything she was attempting to sort through regarding what had happened. He felt his chest grow tight and his eyes narrow as the doctor brought up the fact that apparently Sam at some point in time was awake and there was now cause to think something had happened further with him to give them cause to suspect brain damage…either that or the boy had woken up alone and out of sorts and begun to ramble on about his demon possessed brother.
Someone should have been with him and it would figure the boy would pick the few hours he went to go get some work straight to wake up during.
“He was awake?...For how long? What did he say?” Bobby asked reeling off question after question since John had grown silent. He knew this was hurting his friend but it was hurting Bobby as well and they needed to know as much as they could about what was going on with it all.
Bobby’s eyes locked with the pale form of Sam Winchester as they wheeled his body from the room. The bruises upon his flesh now had a molten purple and yellow hue to them as they had been able to begun healing during Sam’s time in the coma but the boys stillness was no comfort and this whole situation had gotten out of control. The days had gone on and on with no answers on how they were going to save Sam from the pit and they were getting short on time.
“Dean we’ll be here…what are you going to do to him exactly? What happened that causes alarm Doctor?” Bobby asked trying to hold a calm tone with the doctor at least knowing getting snappy would get him nowhere.
As the doctor turned away from him and John Bobby was no more happy with the vague answers they had received and took a step up to the doctor.
“That ain’t all there is to share doctor we need more then that,” Bobby said pushing for information. He knew John had been a dumb shit and had told them that he was the superior officer instead of Sam’s father so Bobby pulled another card from his hat.
“I’m Sam and Dean’s father,” Bobby said sharply.
Someone should have been with him and it would figure the boy would pick the few hours he went to go get some work straight to wake up during.
“He was awake?...For how long? What did he say?” Bobby asked reeling off question after question since John had grown silent. He knew this was hurting his friend but it was hurting Bobby as well and they needed to know as much as they could about what was going on with it all.
Bobby’s eyes locked with the pale form of Sam Winchester as they wheeled his body from the room. The bruises upon his flesh now had a molten purple and yellow hue to them as they had been able to begun healing during Sam’s time in the coma but the boys stillness was no comfort and this whole situation had gotten out of control. The days had gone on and on with no answers on how they were going to save Sam from the pit and they were getting short on time.
“Dean we’ll be here…what are you going to do to him exactly? What happened that causes alarm Doctor?” Bobby asked trying to hold a calm tone with the doctor at least knowing getting snappy would get him nowhere.
As the doctor turned away from him and John Bobby was no more happy with the vague answers they had received and took a step up to the doctor.
“That ain’t all there is to share doctor we need more then that,” Bobby said pushing for information. He knew John had been a dumb shit and had told them that he was the superior officer instead of Sam’s father so Bobby pulled another card from his hat.
“I’m Sam and Dean’s father,” Bobby said sharply.