Supernatural Imagines

Sleepless Nights (Sam)

Crying of an infant flooded the silence of the room you lay down in. You looked to your side to see Sam with his head in his hands. He wasn't annoyed that your son kept crying, what irritated him was that you both couldn't figure out why.

You got up from your bed and walked over to his crib. You had brought it into your bedroom because of how frequent your son's crying had become.

You put your hair behind your ear and smiled down at your son tiredly. "What's wrong baby? What's bothering you?" You said and picked him up. His eyes were red from crying so much, his only way to communicate, being 4 and a half months old.

You placed him against your shoulder, patting his back softly, which sort of did the trick. You glanced at Sam who was laying in bed, scrolling on his phone.

"It says that he may be having some colic problem," Sam informed and you raised your head in realisation. You remember your mother mentioning that when your baby was born.

You walked over to the bed and stood at the edge, "What does it say about it?" Your baby started to go cranky again, erupting into another crying wave.

"There are different ways, uh," Sam sat up and you bounced your son slowly. "Try holding him on your arm, on his stomach," Sam suggested and you looked at him with confusion. You're first time parents, no one gave you a tutorial on parenting.

Sam got up and walked over to you. He took your son and held him like how he said. Your son slowed down in his crying and you raised your eyebrows. "A change of position helps," He said and you smiled.

The effect of the new position was starting to diminish and he was in tears once again. Sam raised him up a bit and whispered, "Shhhh" into his ear softly. Gradually, the white noise helped your baby quieten down.

But then you noticed something.

"Sam, he's really calm right now... a bit too calm," You furrowed your eyebrows as Sammy held your son the other way, a hand under his back.

You called his name and received a sleepy, droopy look from him. Every time you call his name, his eyes dart with excitement but right now... he's just dull.

"[y/s/n] baby, what's wrong?" You snapped your fingers and smiled widely trying to gain some reaction but he just stared at you with his eyes half open. He wasn't sleepy, you were sure of that because he had slept in the afternoon.

This was something different.

"Hun, this isn't right. He's not well I think," You told and Sam looked at his son intently.  "Maybe we should swaddle him?" He said and you got your baby's blanket.

You placed it on the bed and Sam wrapped it around your son tightly, but not that much that it would hurt. Your son continued to look at you with his head to one side and eyes droopy.

He cried a bit but he was too tired to continue. He didn't have any energy. "I think he's lethargic," Sam said and you gulped. You hated that your son could be sick. He's just 4 months old.

You held your mouth, "We need to take him to the doctor." You didn't feel good at all. Part of you felt guilty, even though it was inevitable.

"Let me go to the pharmacy and check for something to help out. I'll ask them about it," Sam said and held your shoulder, "Just check his temperature. He feels hot."

You nodded, feeling out of place, and went to get the thermometer. You checked your baby's temperature and frowned at the numbers.

"H-He has a fever," You sighed and Sam nodded. "I'll get something for that," He said as he wore his jacket. You looked at your son with concern, tears stinging your eyes. "What if it-"

"Hey, everything's going to be okay," He kissed your head, "I'll be back in ten minutes or sooner, promise." You nodded and sighed, picking your son up. Sam kissed his lightly-covered-with-hair head and walked out of the main door.

*****

4 days later...

"Oh the tests came back from the doctor," You said and Sam perked his ears up while sipping on his coffee, "It came back positive." He sighed, looking at his son. "This means more sleepless nights?" He said as you nodded slowly.

Your son had a semi serious case of viral meningitis. The doctor just gave you a few vitamins and something for the fever, saying that it would cure on its own. He told you to give your baby lots of fluids.

He'd get better, you had faith in that and you were glad. But he'd be cranky, irritated and restless for the next week and a bit more. You were not prepared for that.

"Hey, it'll be fine. Atleast now we know what's happened to him," Sam said and you smiled at him softly. You hear your son giggle and you raised your eyebrows.

You turned to look at him and saw that he was reaching for one of the shiny stars hanging from his play mat. Sam chuckled, "He's already feeling a bit better. Just few more days."

You walked over to your son and sat down next to him. Sam did the same and you two spent the rest of the afternoon watching your baby boy try to grab the soft toys hanging from above.

Occasionally he'd turn and look at both of you with that smile you know and love.

Your son was going to be fine. And that made me happy.