Sam was still driving us in Dad's van.
I was trying to find out if Dad was alive. "Dad? Dad? Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold on."
"Ness, is he dead?" Dean asked.
"I'm checking," I told them, feeling Dad's neck for a pulse. "Dad!"
"You gotta talk to us, Ness," Dean told me.
I felt some sort of life. "All right, he's breathing. There's a pulse."
Dean made a call on his phone.
"Keep him upright," Sam told me. "Stop the bleeding."
"I'm not an idiot, Sam," I told him. "I know first aid for a freaking bullet to the head."
Dean spoke to the operator on the phone. "I need the nearest trauma center."
I held Dad's unconscious, dying body upright in denial, trying to stop the bleeding. "Hold on. Hold on."
Dean spoke to the operator panicly. "What's the address?"
Sam drove us faster. "All right, Bobby, hang in there."
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We got Dad to the hospital, watching them wheel him into the ER on the stretcher.
"Page the neurosurgeon on call," the doctor told the others. "Tell OR to put electives on hold." Sam, Dean and I followed them down the hall. "Move trauma 2 to bed 7 as soon as it's clean."
They got Dad into the trauma room.
"Gunshot wound to the right frontal area, no exit wound found," a nurse told them. "Breathing spontaneously. Respiratory rate 18 and shallow. RST at 120. BP 90 over 60. GCS 5."
"Push 80 grams of Mannitol over 30," the doctor told them. "Prep for intubation."
"Air entry clear to bases," the nurse told them.
"Let's get a central line in here now," the doctor told them.
"What's happening?" I asked. "Please just tell us—"
"Get them out of here," the doctor told them.
A nurse turned to us. "Sorry. You need to stay out of their way."
Another nurse was cutting open Dad's shirt.
"That's my dad," I told them.
"You got to stay back," the nurse told us.
"What are they doing?" I asked.
"We need to get him stable," the nurse told us.
"Okay, when are you gonna take the bullet out?" I asked.
"If we can get the swelling down, if it's in a place we can get to, if—" the nurse started.
"If he even lives that long," Sam finished.
I started to breathe heavier in denial, shaking my head, turning away, trying to keep control over emotions.
Dean turned after me worriedly.
I turned to them, trying to calm down.
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We stood outside Dad's trauma room.
"Push 30 more of Mannitol over 10," the doctor told them. "CBC and 'lytes. Bolus him with 500 saline."
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Losing Lives / Book Six / The Life Series / Supernatural
FanficNess Singer is about to lose everything that she had counted on for most of her life. She lost her job in the last book, when the demons had come to take her to Crowley. Castiel has let leviathans into this world. They eat their way out of him and a...
