Sam Winchester (gradeafreak) wrote in papillonthreads, |
The doctor nodded at Amy. "We aren't out of the woods yet," he warned her, casting a glance toward Dean as well. "There's always a risk of infection, of internal bleeding, of... well, a plethora of potential complications." He drew in a breath, exhaled slowly, and looked to Amy again. "We're just going to have to wait and see what happens, I'm afraid."
At the question of whether they could visit Sam, he hesitated for a second. "Very well," he finally agreed. "Just keep in mind that he's still weak. Any undue stress could be very detrimental to his health." With that said, he turned and, motioning for the duo to follow him, led them down the hallway to Sam's room.
Already inside, lying in the bed with the sheets tucked around him and a tube in his nose to help ensure a steady supply of oxygen was available, was Sam. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door opening, the drowsiness from the sedative he'd been giving making his reactions sluggish. After a few seconds, though, he managed a ghost of a smile at the sight of both his wife and his brother. Slowly, he raised a hand a few inches to offer a half-hearted wave.
"H-Hey," he managed to wheeze out in greeting.