Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 40

I woke up to my phone ringing in my pocket. It was Dean.

"Hello?"

"Something is seriously wrong. I keep throwing up. Maybe it's infected?"

"I'm coming." I said before hanging up. I quickly went to Dean's room. He had his head in a trash can that was close to his bed. He looked bad.

"I've been throwing up for the past hour."

"Let me check your stitches." I pulled the gauze off. I didn't notice anything, but there could have been an infection deeper in it. It would explain the fever he had. I felt his head again. He was heating back up. "I think you have an infection deep in the cut. I need to get you to the hospital." I pulled out my phone and called Sam.

"Hello?" He asked groggily.

"Sam, Dean's really sick. He's throwing up and his fever is back up. I think he has an infection deep in the cut. I'm taking him to the hospital."

"Ok. Thanks for telling me."

"I'll keep you updated." I said before hanging up.

"How are you gonna get me to the car?"

"Can you walk? If you're too weak, I can help."

"Ok. Just support me as we go up the stairs. I can walk a little." We did just that. We managed to make it to the top before he had another fit of throwing up. I rubbed his back lightly. Eventually it passed and we got to the car. I sped down the road to the hospital. They wheeled him to a room on a stretcher. Eventually they let me back with him.

"What's the problem?" The doctor asked.

"He keeps throwing up and has a fever. I think he might have an infection deep in his cut."

"How did he get this?"

"He got attacked by something or someone when he was hiking through the woods. I stitched him up. Nothing was bleeding anymore, and I got his fever down last night. Now he's just been going downhill." I answered. He hadn't gotten sick for a while, which was good but I didn't know how things would go.

"We are gonna have to look at his cut." He said. They carefully took the top layer of stitches out. He wasn't bleeding bad and they didn't see any infection. They took the other layer out, and in his muscle, he was getting infected. "We need to get him in surgery fast. We need to remove this infected area." They wheeled him back.

I sat in the waiting room, tears flowing from my eyes. I called Sam.

"Hey."

"Hey. Dean's going into surgery. He's getting infected in part of his muscle. They have to cut the infected part away, then they can clean everything and stitch him back up and get him some antibiotics."

"Ok. Why do you sound so upset?"

"They acted like it was serious. I'm worried he's gonna die."

"It'll be ok. Dean will make it." I sniffles again. "Baby. I know he'll make it. It'll be ok."

"I'll keep you updated."

"Thanks." He said before hanging up. After a couple hours, the nurse told me I could see him.

"Is he ok?"

"He should be fine. He's unconscious, but it looks like he'll wake up soon."

"Thanks." I said. She nodded and I went into his room. I just sat there. He looked so hurt. He was attached to lots of monitors, but he was breathing fine on his own which was good. I was seriously scared he would die. I started to stupidly blame myself. What if I didn't get him here fast enough? What if I had sped just a little more? I sat there, waiting for him to wake up. Light began to shine through the window, showing it was already 7 am. I couldn't help my tears. I was scared.

"Miranda, why are you crying?" He spoke suddenly.

"Dean. Are you ok?"

"I'm ok for now. Why are you so upset?"

"I'm scared you are gonna die. Cause Dean, even though I don't like you in the way I like Sam and even though I'm not your sibling, I care a lot about you. Probably more than You think. I know you hadn't been feeling that way lately, but I do. I don't want to lose you any more than Sammy does."

"I know you care about me a lot. You lost an entire night of sleep to help me. That means a ton."

"So how are you feeling?"

"Better. I don't feel sick anymore and my fever is gone. I feel a little weak, but that's common after passing out." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. The doctor came in, sending me into the hall. He came back out and told me he was cleared.

"You can leave whenever you're ready. The doctor cleared you." I said when I went back inside.

"Ok. Just let me get dressed." I nodded and left so he could change. He walked out to me. "I can walk a lot easier now. It's just draining."

"Yeah. Here." I said, handing him a Gatorade I got from the vending machine. "You're probably dehydrated after all of this."

"Thanks." We got in the car. I gave him my phone and had him call Sam.

~Dean's POV~

"Hey."

"Hey Sam. I'm ok. We're heading back."

"Good. Ethan wants to talk to you." He put Ethan on the phone.

"Hey Dean."

"Hey E."

"Are you ok?"

"I am now. Don't worry."

"Good. See you soon."

"Yep." He gave the phone back to Sam.

"So you're sure you're ok?"

"Yes. I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm good. Not feeling weak anymore. I've just been tired."

"Good. We'll be there in a few."

"Ok." He said before hanging up.

"How are they?"

"They are good. Sam's just tired and not weak anymore, and Ethan sounds kind of scared, so he didn't say much, but he's ok."

"That's good." She said with a yawn.

"When we get back, go to bed. I'm ok and Sam is too. You haven't slept all night."

"I don't want to fall asleep and have something happen. That's exactly what I felt last night and then you got really sick."

"I promise I'm ok. You need to sleep."

"Fine. I'm still serious though, if you or Sam need anything, wake me up." She said seriously.

"Ok. We will don't worry." We got to the bunker. I went back to bed and Miranda went back to the couch.

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