don't go around tonight, well it's bound to take your life.

[mulletrock]

Who: Dean Winchester, OPEN TO ALL.
What: Dean takes matters into his own hands.
When: Early afternoon of today.
Where: Skye hospital.
Warnings: Sick things. Cursing.
OOC notes: Family, friends, and enemies otherwise are welcome to forward-date visits to yell and/or console him (most likely yell) when he's actually situated in a room. IDK. ♥

[It's hard to slip out unnoticed in a house that has half your family and a kid you're responsible for but he managed it.

He's been on bed rest for the past few days, enough to have the cycle of people looking in on him memorized. So when he saw opportunity, he took it.

He sat curled up in a cab with a sweatshirt on instead of his Dad's leather jacket and took it to the hospital.

When he gets there he's still hunching his shoulders in a way that's pretty indicative of him being in pain. For the people that knew him.

He's spent the past five minutes arguing with the receptionist.] Look, I don't give a shit if you're busy I'm not gonna sit around and infect my family. I don't care if you have t'keep me in a friggen' linen closet I'm not leaving.

[He's pale, his lips are chapped, and he looks miserable. It only takes the subtlest of brushes from a passerby to knock him flat on his ass.

His hand goes to his head because the room starts to spin.] Dammit... [He didn't even like hospitals, but this was necessary.]

Comments

[doctor_mccoy]

[McCoy's thankful that the outbreak has at least spared most of the Port's children or elderly. Not that it isn't strange to see so many otherwise strong, healthy adults whither away in a matter of days, but it's helped him keep his game face rather than twisting that sympathetic knife in his gut. He hates to see people suffer.]

Creeps up fast, yeah. We'll try to get you well and back home as soon as we can.

[He's a shitty liar but today he's had plenty of practice being reassuring, it doesn't reach his eyes. Dean's screwed and they probably both know it.]

[mulletrock]

You can tell it to me straight.

[Dean's had enough near death experiences to know that look pretty well. He takes in a hoarse breath and tiredly rubs at his eyes.

He's leaving the water alone because the one sip he had is making his stomach churn.]

When I get a room do me a favor and make sure my nurse is hot. I'm not gonna die bein' looked after by Ratched.

[doctor_mccoy]

"Course I can. But none of these other folks want to hear it. [His voice drops, just in case anyone else in the waiting room is listening in anxiously. McCoy's damn tried of these people looking at him like he can just wave his hand and fix everything. Or their disappointment when he can't.]

I'll make sure to have them put you on the hot nurse floor, sure. But you've gotta make it to the elevator first.

[mulletrock]

I'm not your typical patient, doc.

[He shoves his hands into his pockets to warm them after setting his water down between his leg and the chair.]

Hey, I'll haul my ass up if I have to. Might as well have perks if this thing is gonna wreck me.

[doctor_mccoy]

[He doesn't have the heart to break it to him that if one of those perks he's expecting is sponge bath, he's probably going to have to deal with one from a three hundred pound RN named Randell rather than a pretty nurse.]

Well it's not gonna be the food, I'll tell you that right now.

[His pager goes off and he frowns, rising again before patting Dean on the shoulder.] I'll make an effort to look in on you once the nurses have had their way with you. Hang in there.

[mulletrock]

That'd suck more if I had an appetite.

[Dean leans forward with a wince and pulls another chair to him to rest his feet on.

He grins at the comment about the nurses.]

Thanks, man.