Chapter 3. Emergency Room

Cuddling in Dean's arms, I felt safe, protected, and happy. Something I did not want to let go. I couldn't sleep, I kept turning and tossing all night until my brother trapped me in a hug, he was still deep in his slumber, I guess his unconscious mind was tired of my movements. Now I am laying still so as to not wake him, staring at the ceiling, remembering the time it all happened. The time I did not feel safe in THAT man's arms. I felt violated, hatred, and worse of all, I could not escape. Shaking my head I whispered, "Come on, Vi! Knock it off! I need to focus on sleeping or I will be cranky and pissy all day and you know where that leads you!" I say to myself. Over the next couple hours I drifted in and out of sleep, but at one point I was so nauseous that I knew I was going to throw up. I tried getting out of Dean's embrace to run to the bathroom, but he was just too damn strong, his arms trapping me, I couldn't take it anymore so I yelled, "DEAN!! DEAN!! GET OFF!!"

At that moment I start to dry heave. In a jolt, Dean is out of bed with me still in his arms. One minute my head is pounding, throat closing up, the next minute, I am in the toilet, vomiting not only my chicken soup I had for dinner, but as well as what looked like a pool of red. I don’t remember eating anything red yesterday? I throw up a couple more times and then lay my head down on the toilet seat, sweating and hot. Dean, rubbing my back gently, puts my hair into a ponytail and places the back of his hand against my forehead. He mumbles under his breath I don’t know if he was attempting to talk to me or more to himself, but at this moment I don’t care what he is saying I feel like shit. Dean walks out of the bathroom and after a couple of minutes, he returns with a damp towel that he places on my forehead. He leaned over me to flush the toilet when he saw the red blood. Dean picks me up, cursing under his breath, he runs to William's room to wake him up.

"Hey man wake up! We have to go to the E.R. NOW!! Vi is throwing up her blood!"

William jumps up, throws on his tennis shoes and runs down stairs, grabs his car keys and ushers us to get in the car. When I am all buckled up in the back seat, we start driving to the hospital. Dean was sitting next to me, wiping my face with the damp towel.

"How are you feeling baby?” I moan and lean my head against his shoulder. “Man, she doesn't look too good!" Dean says, holding my tiny hand in his larger one, touching my forehead to check my temperature.

I stay silent, my head is pounding like a ton of bricks fell on it, my stomach is turning in funky ways and I think I have to vomit again.

"Dean?" I choke out softly, tugging on his pj's sleeve.

"Baby, we're almost there. Hang in there." Dean whispers, shushing me. I don't feel good! I want to shout, but Dean has somehow moved me onto his lap, rocking me to sleep.

I feel somebody picking me up and running. I cling on to that person's shirt tightly, my eyes glued shut from exhaustion and sickness. I hear doors slide open and then William's voice yelling, "HELP! You need to help us miss!" "Oh, my.. Place her in this bed quickly! I will have to call the doctor, she doesn't look too well. Here, I need you to fill out this form while I rush her to the closest room we have available." Says a sweet voice I can only assume is the nurse.

I cling on to the shirt tighter, feeling them trying to set me down. I start crying openly, screaming when I feel my body detach from my brother. I refuse to open my eyes, afraid of what I will see. I hate the doctors, all my brother's know this by now. I don't know why they think I will willingly go with a nurse.

"Who is her guardian? I need you to come with me, hold her hand so she knows she is safe please. I need her as calm as possible so we can help her more quickly." Says the nurse.

I feel William's hand envelope mine, he is whispering to me something like "Calm down now sweety, You're okay. Shhhh, shhhh, I'm here, I'm not leaving your side." He says this over and over, trying to calm my cries as he takes me from Dean’s grasp.

William places me on the bed, still holding my hand as we move down a hallway. Then suddenly we stop and as I lay here, small whimpers and hiccups escaping my throat, I hear the woman whispering to William. I am still crying softly when I feel somebody take hold of my body, cradling me like an infant, and sit down on the bed I was just laying on seconds before. I scream even louder, imagining some stranger trying to cuddle with me until I hear William's voice whispering, "Sweetheart! Open your eyes and look at me. I am here, it's only me, your older brother William."

I softly peel my eyes open to see William's face softly looking down upon me, tears glistening on his cheeks, a worried look crossing his eyes. He begins to rock me slowly which calms me, reducing me to soft cries and whimpers once again.

"B-b-brother? Why am I here? I-I-I'm ok-kay, righttt?" I start to feel a cold breeze in the room and shivers start wrecking my whole body.

"Baby, calm down now. Please! Look at yourself, your shaking! NURSE!!" While he was yelling for the nurse and doctor to come, he grabbed a random blanket from the bed and covered me up.

Oh gosh, I feel like a caterpillar! Like I am in a cocoon ready to burst into a beautiful butterfly! Maybe that is what's happening to me right now? I am sick and hiding in my cocoon ready to burst into a healthy, grounded, but happy woman! Well, girl but someday!

The doctor and a couple of nurses come into the room and place a tube covering my nose and mouth. I wanted to yell, scream even, but I start feeling drowsy and next thing I know, I am fast asleep dreaming of horses and my secret cave.

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I wake up slowly, at first I only hear faint voices that seem to be getting louder and louder by the minute. I don't understand a word of what is being said as I try to open my eyes. When I finally opened them, I saw my five brothers standing around me staring and not saying a word. That's kinda creepy, waking up to your family watching you intently like a hawk watching its prey. I try to get up, but Damon catches me quickly and helps me sit up straight, positioning the bed for me. Cody has a glass of water in his hands and asks if I'm thirsty, to which I reply with a quick little nod. He places the glass to my lips and slowly raises it so I can sip the water.

"What...What's wrong with me?" I'm as curious as a dog to find out what is wrong, why I felt like that in the morning and what is happening. Everyone seems worried and happy to see me awake.

"Sweety it's nothing big. Your sickness just enhanced while you got the common flu, so the doctor prescribed you to take a liquid formula to drink each night. Okay? Now that you're awake, I am going to sign you out. I'll be back. Dean, why won't you help her change?" William takes charge quickly, answering my question while handing Dean my clothes. I assume William changed me out of them and into this ugly hospital gown while I was knocked out.

The doctor practically forbade me to do anything fun! I can’t play outside alone and unprotected, I can't even take a shower by myself, worried I might get weak and fall over. At least I can bath! Well that's because the "liquid formula" I have to take (which by the way to me is just another word for a stupid baby bottle!) makes me extremely sleepy and since I only shower before bed, I now have to take baths with somebody present so I don't automatically drown when I 'fall asleep' because of the formula. I mean come on! Who doesn't like a warm bubble bath with rubber duckies and stuff? Just thinking of my brothers bathing me every night is not only weird but straight out embarrassing! Dean picks me up and takes me to the bathroom, setting me down and shutting the door. I take off the hospital gown and he quickly pulls my shirt on and helps me with my pajama pants. I didn’t have any shoes on when we rushed out of here so Dean picks me back up and walks out of the bathroom.

“Okay let's go.” William had popped back in a few minutes later.

Dean carries me out of the hospital and into William’s car, climbing into the back seat with me. My remaining brothers had come in Sam’s car and once we were all situated, we all headed off.

As soon as we arrived at the house, I hop out of the car, instantly feeling dizzy. Dean quickly picks me up and carries me inside the house to the living room. Laying on the large sofa, I close my eyes to try to get the dizziness to stop. I feel somebody gently pick up my head and place it on some hard, muscular legs.

"Vi, open up. It's time for your meds and bottle." Dean! It's Dean's legs I am laying on!

"NO!! I am not three, Dean! I can drink it out of a cup."

All of a sudden I hear Cody laughing, "WHAT?!" I yell out to him.

"I'm sorry baby twin! It's just so funny how you think you can drink that whole disgusting thing out of a cup! You would throw it out for sure!"

"Cody knock it off. Go help Damon with dinner or something, no you know what? Go get me the medications please. Vi, just please do not be difficult tonight okay? Everyone is exhausted from the long day at the hospital." Wow, I don't even know if it's morning still!

"I'm assuming, since I shower at night, and William is getting the bath ready, since I can hear the water running, that it's late?"

When we left the hospital, the sky was still bright blue but now looking out the window I see the sky has darkened quickly. I was knocked out before I knew what was happening let alone what time it was!

"Yeah baby, it's 8 o'clock at night. Now open up."

Oh my god! I am being treated like an infant! Like come on people, I am clearly a grown 8 year old woman!! I took a small amount of the formula to taste in my mouth and quickly spit it out, soaking Cody's shirt who just so happened to walk up to me carrying my medication that Dean had asked him to get. Now it's my turn to laugh, but sadly, Dean took advantage of my open mouth and grabs my chin roughly and pops the bottle in my mouth while I am crying from laughter. He forces the whole bottle down my throat even with me struggling against him.

After my meds and stupid 'bottle' I am taken upstairs to Dean's bathroom, where William had filled up the tub with luke-warm water and bubbles! I quickly take off my pajamas and hop into the tub. Dean is chuckling while he watches me eagerly grab the duckies and start playing mama and baby duckies! Hey, no judging! I love animals, and I love to pretend I am anything except human. I mean come on! Who doesn't want to fly or run super fast? 'Cause I sure do! Dean washes my hair and body while I am splashing around, and after an hour, we go down for dinner, mashed potatoes, meatloaf, and a garden salad, hmmmm, yummy! I eat everything off my plate and wait patiently for everyone else to finish. I know the adults are having a conversation about me because they keep saying 'her' and 'she' a lot.

"Baby twin, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Cody I'm fine. How about you? Oh also, STOP CALLING ME BABY!"

"Well, I'm worried about my twin! One minute you're fine, the next you're in the hospital! I want to spend one day with only you, yeah? It's been like what, a year now with no special twin day?" He clearly ignores my outburst, but I did get a few glances from Sam and William. Mental eye roll.

"YEAH! Cody I wanna have a special twin day with you! I would love that, we can cuddle and watch movies, or go hiking! or exploring? Just the two of us."

"It's set then! I'll talk to our brothers and try to get a date set on for our special twin day!"

The next thing I know, Dean stands up quickly, knocking his chair down. He looks pissed, oh no what happened? I was so happy about special twin day with Cody, I hadn't realized that Sam and Dean were arguing!

"COME ON DEAN! Just calm down! I'm fine, please? Viviana is more sick than me, I just have a small infection going on. Hey, look man, I talked to a doctor when we were with Vi at the hospital today and he briefly looked at it okay?"

Dean was always super close to Sam, practically raised him himself, just like what my brothers are doing with me and Cody. No wonder Dean is pissed. He always says, 'No matter what age you are, you will always be younger than me. Giving me the role to look after you.'

"What EXACTLY did the doctor say SAMMY?! And don't you DARE flower-code it!" Dean's face is red from anger, everyone else just stays quiet and watches the fight unfold.

"Uhmm. Just that it was infected and I needed to take the cream he prescribed me twice a day for a week and it should be good. Look man, It was bad, but now it's not! I'm fine." Right at that moment, I just happened to start feeling dizzy again, and my breathing started getting heavy. Everyone's eyes are on me the second I start making weird breathing noises.

Since Dean was already standing, he quickly picks me up and says to Sam, "Fine. But I will be checking up on you regularly. Got it? Say goodnight Vi." I quickly say goodnight to everybody and rest my head on Dean's shoulder. He takes me upstairs to his room, setting me down in his bed, and starts to cuddle with me. I fall asleep quickly and for the first time in days, I sleep like a baby.