Doctor: Page the neurosurgeon on call. Tell OR to put electives on hold. Move trauma 2 to bed 7 as soon as it's clean.
Nurse: Gunshot wound to the right frontal area, no exit wound found. Breathing spontaneously. Respiratory rate 18 and shallow.
I Saw the light fade from the sky on
On the wind I heard a sigh
As the snowflakes cover
my fallen brothers, I will say this last goodbye
night Is now falling
So ends this day
The road is now calling
And I must away
Over Hill
and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea
Under cloud, beneath the stars
Over snow one winter's morn Bobby: I ain't cutting you out boy, not ever.
I turn at last to paths that lead home
I turn at last to paths that lead home Sam: Thanks Bobby.
I turn at last to paths that lead home
I turn at last to paths that lead home Bobby: You're welcome.
I turn at last to paths that lead home
Bobby: Hello Boys.
And though where the road then takes me
Dean: Bobby?
I cannot tell you Bobby: Wait...
Bobby: You can see me?
We came all this way,
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
Many places I have been
Many sorrows I have seen
But I don't regret Bobby: Are you under the impression that family is suppose to make you feel good?
Nor will I forget Bobby: Make you an apple pie maybe?
All who took the road with me Bobby: Their suppose to make you miserable, that's why their family!
Night is now falling,
So ends this day
So ends this day Dean: Did you get stuck? or What?
Bobby: I wanted to stay.
The road is now calling
The road is now calling Dean: Bobby...
The road is now calling Bobby: I need to help
And I must away
Over hill and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea
To these memories I will hold
With your blessing I will go
To turn at last to paths that lead home
And though where the road then takes me Bobby: Today, you're going to throw a ball around, just like a regular snot nosed Jerk.
I cannot tell
Sam: Bobby?
Dean: Oh God, Bobby!
We came all this way Sam: Bobby!
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell Bobby: There's no reason to think I won't see you again, some where down the road.
Sam: Yeah.
Bobby: Here's to...runnin' into you guys on the other side
Bobby: Only...
Bobby: Not too soon, alright?
I bid you all a very fond farewell