Glitter Graphics Generator
| Welcome to Thehub! We hope you enjoy your visit. The Hub is for the readers and writers alike. Readers please feel free to read the work displayed and give reviews, but please be respectful when posting. Writers can work and display some of their original work. The original characters and plots that appear on this site are the property of the authors. These are original works created by Thehub Writers. We are not responsible for anything guests may post. In the case of fanfiction; The original characters and plots are the property of the author. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners and the author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Chapter 35; Sammy's only eleven... | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: May 2 2011, 08:13 PM (78 Views) | |
| Crissi Marie | May 2 2011, 08:13 PM Post #1 |
|
Author
|
Chapter 35 "Dean, go see Bobby." John snapped and when Dean remained stationary he growled, "Now." "It's alright, John. It's obvious the kid's worried about his brother." Dr. Norton said calmly as he addressed John and then he turned to look at Dean once again. "I've had similar cases before and this treatment was successful." "Well…" Dean scrunched up his nose as he asked, "Why is he different?" "Because he's not a she…" Dr. Norton said bluntly. Dean got frustrated as he snapped, "What the hell has that got to do with anything?" "Dean… downstairs. Now." John growled as he grabbed Dean and pulled him towards the door. Dean resisted for a second or two before he jerked his arm away and stormed from the room. John sighed as he stared after Dean wishing he had even a portion of the patience Mary had seemed to have had with so little effort. Dr. Norton chuckled as he told John, "He's a lot like you were when I first met you. Hell, like you still are." John grinned… yeah, Dean was like him then he frowned as he wished Sam was even a little like him. "We need to wake your boy up and explain what we are going to do." Norton said finally as he started to take his things out to get everything ready. Sammy felt the bed sag a lot more than when Dean would sit beside him and knew his dad had sat down next to him. He did not want to hear what dad had to say. He didn't want an IV. He had them before and they sucked. Big time. He felt his dad place his hand on his arm and give him a slight shake. Sammy moaned and tried to turn slightly as he pretended to still be asleep. "Son, you need to wake up now." John said softly. Sammy slowly opened his eyes and blinked rapidly a few times before his eyes widened owlishly when he spotted Norton behind John. John glanced behind him and then looked back at Sam. "This is Doc Norton. He's an old friend." Sammy wanted to roll his eyes; had his dad already forgotten the talk earlier with Dean, "I thought you said…" he started to say. "Sam." John said warningly. Norton chuckled as he said warmly, "Dean already explained everything to me." Sammy smiled the guy seemed nice. But then Dad could too when he needed to. "Now, what I plan on doing is feeding you nutrients to help you get better." Norton began. "First I will need to…" "No needles." Sammy said firmly. "You don't get a choice boy." John snapped tired of the boys' attitude all the way around. "They always have a choice, John. Whether you want them to or not. That is why I'm here now, isn't it? Because of choices that have been made?" Norton asked knowing he was hitting a nerve. "Don't be a bastard, Norton. Not now." John snarled softly. Norton nodded as he focused on Sammy again; he began to explain to him what was about to happen. "So Sammy, this will be your food for at least the next two weeks and if that goes well then we will switch to shots for a couple of weeks. Then hopefully you will be well on the road to recovery." "Will it make me fat?" Sammy asked as he tried to keep the fear out of his voice. Norton smiled as he studied Sammy; he really believed he had an eating disorder and this was only cementing that decision. He was a rare case, but Norton really felt it was something that was on the rise. This was something that used to be only seen in the female gender but in the last year he was seeing a rise in the male population. Unfortunately his theory was not widely accepted in the medical community. At least in the states. So, that was one reason he chose to study this phenomenon outside the states. Looking at the boy again he realized he had paled considerably as he waited on his answer. "You will become healthy." John was staring at Sammy with a funny look on his face. Sammy sank back further into the pillows, Crap he thought in a panic, he'd pissed Dad off again. It seemed he didn't even have to try. Open mouth… piss off dad. Where the hell was Dean? So out loud he asked as he stared at his father, "Where's Dean?" "I sent him for a walk." John stated coolly with a that's all you need to know look. "Ok, everything's ready." Norton said quietly from behind John. Sammy said in a panic, "I gotta pee." as he struggled to sit up. "Sammy, quit stalling." John said sternly as he added a look of displeasure for good measure. "But, Dad…" Sammy whined. "Fine. Hurry your ass up." John snapped. Sammy sighed in relief as he tried to sit up. John lifted him into a sitting position and helped him stand. When it became apparent to Sammy that his dad planned on taking him to the bathroom he tried to move away as he whined once again, "Dad, I can go to the bathroom by myself. Remember you told D that." John dropped his hand and nodded. He even took a step back. "Wow, John. They're both are just like you." Norton stated as he shook his head. "No," John argued after Sammy left the room, "Dean is like me and Sammy…" Norton's hands stilled as he stared at John. His brow furrowed as he said, "You really don't see it do you?" John looked confused as he asked, "See what?" "Those two boys are so close, they… "He shook his head as he continued, "They both are just like you. Dean may be the soldier that follows you, but Sammy is the soldier that could be just as great as his brother… John…" Norton stopped and looked at the door to make sure no one was there then continued, "Don't break him before you give him that chance." Nether noticed Dean leaning against the wall outside the door as he listened to them. John got instantly pissed. But before he could say anything, Norton continued, "John I believe the boy was… is starving himself to fit in." "What the hell are you talking about?" John growled as he took a step toward Norton. "Well, he is obviously worried about his weight. It is a rising trend among teenagers." Dr. Norton said softly as he watched John's face. "Not him." John stated emphatically. "And why not him John?" Norton asked curious for the answer as he folded his arms across his chest. "Sammy's only eleven." was John's reply. "And what? An eleven year old isn't worried about approval and fitting in?" Norton asked with a slightly sarcastic undertone. "You said teenagers." John said as he grasped onto anything that meant that the doctor was wrong. "He is one of the youngest. But, I recently worked with a nine year old girl whose mother was always telling her how fat she was and left her at home during family vacations and outings to." At which time he air quoted his next sentence, "save everyone the embarrassment." Then stated, "The mother's words not mine." "What the hell does that have to do with Sam?" John growled impatient for the doctor to get to his point. "I think he may be feeling something along the same lines." Dr. Norton finally said as he waited for the famous Winchester temper to make an appearance. "I don't do that." John snapped. "Well, it may seem that way to him. I'm not going to sugar coat this for you, John. Bobby told me why Sammy was left here." Dr. Norton announced. "He had no fucking right." John snarled. "Yes, he did. He was taking care of Sammy and he's trying to help him. Telling the doctor everything will help him. And if that bruises your ego, too damn bad." Dean had walked in and said what he felt; he would deal with the fall out later and he was pretty certain there would be major fallout. "Dean." John growled, turning to stare at Dean in the doorway. TBC NOTE: Research on IV vitamins was in the early stages in the 1990's. One study was on the benefits of IV vitamins to people with weight problems. The awareness was on the rise about eating disorders as well in the 1990's. That is when it was noticed that it wasn't just a problems that females struggled with; it was a rising problem with teens of BOTH sexes. I just tweaked it to work for my needs. I am obviously not a medical student or anything of the sort. |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · I am Sam · Next Topic » |







9:32 AM Jul 11