“Twenty hours after the massive meteor shower which illuminated the whole globe, experts are still perplexed and looking for an explanation as to why no satellite could forewarn this shocking event. A lot of theories are emerging on the internet: The fall of a spy satellite, missile trials gone wrong, and of course, E.T invasion and the end of the world.”
“A bit late for the apocalypse dude.”
CNN seemed to be the only TV station in ICU, and there was only a limited amount of explanation about an impending apocalypse that Dean could hear in a day. Before the presenter could speak of the incredible number of hysterical, confused, or amnesic people admitted to hospital, he muted the TV. After the panic of the fall and the emergency room, the calm of ICU was a blessing. Well, if that term wasn’t obsolete. Dean was not ready to think about the metaphysical consequences of the angels’ fall.
“See that Sammy? Full color apocalypse on TV. Better than Armageddon.”
No response. Sam was lying on the bed exactly like when he was deposited there half a day ago by two orderlies, white as the sheets.
The image was too similar to the one in Cold Oak so many years ago for Dean’s peace of mind. Fortunately - or unfortunately - the beep of machinery was here to prove that his brother was breathing. But he was still helpless.
“Really Sammy, it’s bad manners sleeping through the end of the world’s second coming. I’m not going to make a deal every time you want to play Sleeping Beauty!”
“Mr. Plank?”
In another place, and another time, Dean would probably have tried to seduce this tall black lady. Or at least crack a joke on the less than sexy scrubs. Now, there was only one thing she was useful for.
“Doctor? When will Sam wake up? How is he?”
“Well… We’ve run a number of tests on your brother. Full coma without accident isn’t frequent, not when you said he has no notable antecedent.”
Except going back and forth to hell and trying to pass God’s trial. Dean was sure it was not what she expected for “antecedent.”
“Are you sure your brother has no known medications? Or addiction?”
“Sammy is cleaner than a nun’s ass. What’s the problem doc?”
“Your brother has an extremely disturbed EEG. Alpha waves totally blown off the scale. If you want, his brain is in full gear, totally anarchic. So far, no drug has managed to calm it.”
“… Which means?”
“We don’t know when he will wake up, or if he will. And in the case it happens, there’s a possibility that your brother’s mind won’t be there.”
“No way.”
“I’m sorry.”
Taking the clue, she exited, leaving Dean alone. He gathered Sammy’s hand in his. Last time he had held his brother’s hand, it was small enough to disappear between his palms.
“No way Sammy, no way. We didn’t stop the trial for you to become a vegetable here.”
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