The Last Bullet

1) In My Time of Dying

^^^I promise the song has something to do with the chapter. Also, please read the second paragraph of the AN at the bottom, it's got a question for you guys.

Percy woke up in a room alone. He was attached to several beeping machines, and there was a blood bag at his side.

"Oh fuck," Percy said immediately. He wasn't sure why he said it. Maybe it was the bandages and wraps and casts that covered him. Maybe it was because his whole body hurt like Hades. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was wearing a thin hospital robe and nothing else. Nothing else at all.

One of the doctors peeked in, turning away for a moment, then quickly looking back with surprise, "Oh! You're awake!"

Percy hummed in response, and the doctor quickly started examining him, asking questions.

"What's your name?" The doctor asked, grabbing his face and peering into his eyes.

"Uh, Perseus McGillicutty," Percy said, recalling the name he had on his fake license.

The doctor nodded, satisfied, then asked, "How old are you?"

"If I haven't been in a coma, eighteen," Percy said. "Almost nineteen."

"You haven't been in a coma," The doctor said. "Where you from, Perseus?"

"Manhattan," Percy shrugged.

The doctor nodded, then looked down at his chart, his eyes darkening for a moment, "You were in a pretty bad crash."

"I'm aware," Percy laughed, then paled. "Oh gods, the things I said to that poor paramedic. I think I told him he looked like Will, something about m'lady, and a whole bunch of other jazz I wish I could forget." He paused, staring up at the doctor. "What's wrong with me, doc? Am I gonna die? Will I never be able to walk again? Oh shit, will I not be able to have sex?!?"

The doctor chuckled softly at his good humor, "You'll be able to do all of that." He frowned slightly. "You've got a concussion. Three broken ribs. Your collarbone is shattered. Your arm is broken. There was some minor internal bleeding, and some problems with your lungs. You have several lacerations, both minor and major. But, you should recover with some time and physical therapy."

"Physical therapy?" Percy questioned. "I already need regular therapy."

The doctor cracked a smile, then said, "I'll go tell the other one you're awake."

Percy said his thanks, then frowned as the doctor left. What did he mean by 'other one.' What happened to the other two?

Dread settled into his stomach as he waited for some sign that everything was going to be all right. That his friends and family were perfectly fine, and were just setting up a surprise birthday party. It wasn't his birthday, but it was someone's birthday somewhere, so a party wouldn't be that far off. At least, that's what Percy tried to convince himself of.

"Percy," Sam breathed, walking into the room.

"Sam," Percy said, tending as Sam sat down beside him.

"How are you feeling?" Sam swallowed. "The doctor told me about how you were earlier. Should you be resting more?"

"I'm fine," Percy said, almost snapping at Sam. "What about Dean? How is he? And John?"

Sam looked like he was about to cry, "Uh, neither of then are awake yet. It's not looking... uh, so hot for Dean."

"What's wrong with him?" Percy whispered, his heart dropping in his chest.

"He's unresponsive," Sam frowned, looking down.

Percy froze. He couldn't handle it. Like the first time he thought Dean was going to die, he shut down. Then he realized, no, he had been through too much to just stop functioning.