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| Chapter 37; Sammy gets an IV and Dean gets a shot... | |
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| Crissi Marie | May 2 2011, 08:15 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 37 "Just relax your muscles." Norton told Sammy who had a death grip on his brother and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Sammy immediately went limp. "Sammy?" Dean asked worriedly thinking his brother had passed out. "Yeah?" He asked with his eyes still closed. "Which one of Bobby's puppies do you like best?" Dean asked even though he already knew the answer. Sammy smiled as he started talking, "The white one with the black ink blotch looking spot coming from his nose down his mussel." "The one that looks like he has a huge nasty booger coming out his nose?" Dean questioned. Sammy giggled then sucked in his breath as the needled sunk into his hand. Norton quickly started taping it to secure it in place. "Hey… Hey Sammy… you okay, bitch?" Dean questioned. "Yeah… jerk… it didn't hurt that bad." His little brother said as he opened his eyes to smile at Dean. "A lot less than a knife wound." Dean commented. "Or the rock to my forehead." Sammy added. "Snakebite." Dean said in a challenging voice. "Horse stomping on my foot." Sammy countered. "The shove down the flight of stairs." Dean fired back. "Or me landing on you after that shove." Sammy said with a giggle. "Yeah, that hurt." Dean agreed. "Not really you cushioned my fall." Sammy said with a smile. "bitch." Dean said grinning back. "All done. See it wasn't that bad." Norton said as he thought about how much Dean changed the boy. When Dean was in the room with Sammy he seemed to shine, like a light came on. But when he was with just his father he was a lot more reserved, like he hid himself, who he really was while with him. He felt he needed to study this situation more to better help Sammy. 'jerk." Sammy muttered under his breath. Norton hooked up the bag, adjusting the drip and then he went over to a small board and came back to sit it on the table again tearing off more strips of tape but longer this time. "What's that for?" Dean asked curiously. "So, he doesn't move his arm." Norton stated. Sammy looked in a panic to Dean. "How about I promise he will keep it straight." Dean offered quickly, anything to get the look of fear off his little brother's face. "You can't do that 24/7." Dr. Norton stated gently. "Look, doc… you don't know me so I'll explain this once. I don't take breaks when Sammy needs me… If I need a bathroom break I wait until someone else is here." Dean declared firmly. "And sleep?" Norton asked unbothered by Dean's attitude. Dean looked away. "And sleep?" Norton repeated as he remained undeterred. "Only when I force him to." Sammy said glad he could finally say something to someone. "And has anyone taken a look at that arm since it was casted?" Norton asked. "Well, no. It's in a cast." Dean replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, when I am done getting Sammy settled I'll take a look." Norton stated. "You're here for Sam, not me." Dean declared mulishly. "Taking care of you is taking care of Sammy. Just like me taking care of him is taking care of you." Dr. Norton retorted with a smug grin at Dean's look. "You're one weird dude." Dean said wearily. "Yep. Sammy." Norton said as he held up a needle. "I'm going to put this is the IV port. It will prevent nausea and it has a little something to make you sleepy." Sammy nodded; relieved it wasn't going to end up being stabbed into his arm as well. Dean smiled as he told Sammy, "Well you get the good stuff at least. You need to get sleep that lasts more than ten minutes." "So do you… can you give him…" Sammy started only to be interrupted by Dean. "Uh… no. I don't need a damn shot. I'll be here when you wake up." Dean said firmly. Sammy yawned as he replied, "If you're asleep too… You're still here with me." "It's not the same." Dean returned with the same mulish tone he so recently used on the doctor. "I'll remember that when you are the one in this bed." Sammy stated firmly. "Smartass." Dean said with a grin. "Yep, that's me… Sammy the smartass." Sammy said with another yawn as his eyes drifted shut. "Well that worked quickly," Dean muttered. "Yep, like you said. It's the good stuff." Norton smiled as he held out his hand, "now that your brother is out; how about you tell me the truth about that arm." "I don't know what you're talking about." Dean snapped peevishly. Dad hadn't noticed and he'd blown Bobby off when he'd asked and Sammy was always sleeping. "Dean… I see how you pale when a pain hits. The beads of sweat on your forehead… You are in pain. Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way." Doc Norton told him flatly. "Doc, I got pain pills. I'll just take one…" Dean started but was interrupted by Norton. "Don't tell me people actually fall for that?" Norton said with a snort of disbelief. Dean grinned the doc was alright. As long as he treated Sammy right, that is. "Just take the one shot and if you don't feel 100% better when you wake…" Norton tried to compromise only to have Dean interrupt him. "No. Not while Sammy's out. I need to watch his six." Dean stated. "Dean there's your father and Bobby and I plan on staying right here." Norton tried to reason. "Oh yeah, like that's not creepy." Dean growled. "Dean. I am a professional and I know how you feel about your brother." Norton said softly. "You can stop talking now." Dean said as he held out his arm. To tell the truth he was damn tired and his arm had been hurting for days. Norton prepared another needle with the pain med that also had a sleep agent in it. "Why don't you lie down?" He turned around to find Dean already sitting on the bed next to Sammy. He smiled, "Ok then." he commented as he sat down and took Dean's uncasted arm and quickly injected the liquid before Dean could change his mind. "If Sammy needs me and I'm not able to help me, this won't happen again." "I wouldn't expect anything else from you, Dean." Norton said with a smile and a pat as he started to clean up. He waited until Dean was asleep before he looked at Dean's casted arm. TBC |
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