Title Winchester Garage and Singer Salvage, Part 1A
Claim Dean Winchester
Disclaimer I don't own the boys, I just wish I did!
Summary Sequel to Winchester Love. Sam and Abby deal with her pregnancy. Dean and the rest worry.
Table/Prompt Table Emotions Prompt #6 - Compassion
Sam heard Abby retching in the bathroom again. He got up, half-asleep, and stumbled in there. Abby had an arm resting across the toilet and her head resting on that. Sam knew the pose well, from when he or Dean had self-induced it.
"Abby," he kept his voice quiet so he wouldn't startle her. "How are you doing?" Stupid question to ask someone with their head hanging in the toilet but what could he say? I promise to never as much as touch you so that this doesn't happen again? Somewhere in his sleepy brain, he knew that was not the right thing to say.
"Ugh," was all Abby said.
Sam knelt down by her and rubbed her back. "I wish I could make you better." Sam felt helpless. "Let me get you some water." The words were barely out of his mouth when Abby started to dry heave, so he held her hair back while he rubbed her back and prayed it would be over soon. Abby was a small girl to start with, and losing weight instead of gaining. The doctor had said it was okay, common actually, in the first few months. But, the doctor's words didn't make him feel better. Especially as he sat on the bathroom floor.
When Abby stopped heaving, Sam got a glass of water so she could rinse her mouth out. "I'm so tired," she whispered as she handed the glass back.
"I know you are," Sam said as he got a washcloth wet and put some hand soap on it. He came back and wiped away the mess that has gotten in her hair before he had come in. That done, he got another washcloth, this one cool, and he lovingly wiped her face and neck off. Abby had told him before that it felt good when he ran a cool washcloth over her face and neck. So he did it every time.
"I've got ya, honey," Sam carefully picked Abby up and carried her back to bed. Her bedside stash of crackers, flat soda and water was running low, so he refilled them. He was glad their room had a door directly to the kitchen and directly to the bathroom.
Sam slipped back into bed and Abby rested her head on his chest. "How long is it going to be like this?" she asked weakly.
"I don't know," he replied. "Maybe we should call the doctor tomorrow."
"It's Saturday tomorrow," Abby mumbled. "He won't be in. Besides, I have to work."
"You can call in sick," Sam told her.
"Maybe," Abby was stubborn about her job at the store in town. She loved it there. She was only part-time because she was pregnant, but her sister Tasha worked there full-time. "I think I'll have to call in sick."
While Sam was happy to be able to take care of her the next day, it also worried him. Abby had to be so sick that she couldn't drag herself to work before she'd call in sick. She usually went. Hell or high water.
Sam tried not to think about it too much as Abby laid asleep in his arms. Seeing her resting, feeling her little body against his, put him back to sleep.
Sam pulled himself out of bed when he heard commotion that was most likely breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, still rubbing his eyes.
"You look like hell," Dean greeted him with a smile.
Sam ignored him.
"How is Abby doing?" Kylee asked.
"She was up twice during the night. She said she'll call in sick today, so she's feeling pretty bad," Sam told them.
"There's more," Dean said. He knew Sam all too well. "What's the rest of it?"
"She's so light when I carry her back to bed. I'm nervous about the weight she's lost."
"You need to carry her?" Bobby asked. "Not just help her back to bed, but carry her?"
"Yeah, I carry her. Why?" Sam was confused.
"I know women get sick but having to be carried sounds a little extreme," Bobby continued. "Is she staying hydrated?"
"I don't know. Everything she gets down comes back up," Sam's heart was starting to beat faster as Bobby questioned him.
"Pinch the skin on the back of her hand and see if it 'tents' up," Bobby explained. "Go, now. I'll call the store for her."
Sam slipped back into the bedroom and Abby had moved slightly. He pinched he skin on the back of her hand and it stayed stuck. "Sam?" Abby was starting to wake up.
"Just rest, honey," Sam pulled the covers over her. "I'll be back in a little bit."
"Did you call the store?" Sam asked Bobby.
"Yep. They said it was no big deal. How's Abby?"
"She's tenting. Where do we bring her to?" Sam was trying not to panic.
"Hospital," was all Bobby said.
"I'll help you get her ready," Tasha headed into the bedroom and Kylee followed.
Dean followed Sam as he was getting dressed. "It is going to be okay, Sammy. They'll be able to give her some fluids, check on the baby, and have her feeling better."
"You'll know how hard it is to stay calm when it is your wife who is pregnant."
Dean smirked, "Yeah. We're planning on rugrats later on."
"Great. Then I'll tell you that you look like hell in the morning."
"Sorry about that, Sam. Just call us from the hospital so we know how you're all doing."
Sam nodded and walked back into the bedroom. Kylee and Tasha had done their best to get Abby ready to go. They got a clean nightgown on her, socks and slip on shoes. Bobby knocked at the door. "I have the car pulled up to give you two a ride."
Kylee told Abby that she hoped they could make her feel better. Tasha gave her a kiss and said she'd call to check in on her. Sam picked her up and Dean grabbed a couple blankets as he followed Sam outside.
Bobby was holding the passenger door of his car open. Bobby took Abby from Sam so that he could slide in the backseat. "It's okay, darlin'," he told Abby. "We're taking you to the hospital and getting some answers."
After Sam had Abby settled in his lap, Dean handed him the blankets. Tasha and Kylee came out of the house with a bottle of water and a bucket. "Thanks, girls," Bobby said as he put them in the front seat with him.
Dean, Kylee and Tasha stood there and watched Bobby's car disappear. There was nothing they could do but wait.