You Found Me |Sam Winchester| [2015 Wattys Winner]

19. TV Land (Part 2)

19. TV Land (Part 2)

I had to say, wanting to be a doctor, let alone a nurse, was never an aspiration of mine. What Sam, Dean, and I were undergoing right now definitely made me want to stay away from a medical profession. I'd stick to history books.

The three of us, along with a few other medical staff, were in an operating room. I was just a roaming helping hand. Dean laid stomach-first on the table. For some strange reason, nobody put him under for this. Too bad—I would have requested it instantly.

Sam put something absorbent against Dean's wound, held down with a pair of tweezers. He then handed off the tweezers to the nearest doctor and added on a blood-stained cloth to the injury.

"BP is eighty over fifty and dropping," the blonde doctor informed us.

"Doctor," said Dr. Wang, holding a scalpel out to Sam.

"What?" he said. He wasn't taking the scalpel.

Dr. Wang and the blonde doctor just looked at each other.

"Sam," I hissed. "Do something. Come on."

"I don't know how to use any of this crap."

"Figure it out," came Dean's voice from below. Sam smiled awkwardly at those present. "Sam. Come on. I'm waiting."

"Okay. Um. I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needles, and a fifth of whiskey." The others just stared at him. "Stat!"

Everyone but myself started moving, gathering the necessary supplies. Even I had to question the supply list. But hey, I guess Sam knew what he was doing. He wouldn't just make up a strange list and try to pull something out of his ass...I hoped.

Once all the materials were collected, the rest of us kind of hovered as Sam did his patchwork. Sometimes I almost couldn't bear to watch. I barely stomached House, MD whenever it was on. All the more reason to not want to go into the medical field. Too much gore.

Sometime later, with bloody, gloved hands, Sam finished up stitching Dean's wound. He snipped the excess floss from the stitches.

"We okay?" I heard Dean whisper. "How's it looking?"

"You'll be fine," I said thickly.

Things went in a one-eighty direction. One minute, we were through an operation, and the next, the colors, the noises, everything started to change rapidly, so rapidly that I didn't fully understand what was going on until things settled down.

There were bright colors and different loud noises. The setting was different, far from a hospital operating room. We had somehow shifted from weird doctor drama to a Japanese gameshow. The lights were hot and bright, obscuring my view. In front of me were Sam and Dean, in usual clothing, but not the outfits they wore before we got into the warehouse. They seemed to be stuck in some contraption, one that I couldn't figure out.

I looked down at my attire and blushed deeply. How in the hell did I go from medical scrubs to a skimpy red outfit? I looked to my left to see a Japanese woman on the other side of the doors. Doors to what?

Blue smoke began to pool around my ankles. I fidgeted as a Japanese man burst through the doors. The audience burst into cheers, and the host—I assumed the man was the host—began talking in Japanese.

"Let's play Nutcracker!" he declared.

What the...? I can understand him? What the hell? It was as if he spoke perfect English, no translation needed. I looked around to see a big LED display with 20 on it. It had to be a timer.