Next time, watch your head

With all of his remaining energy, Dean still managed to keep his hand tightly pressed against his wound, though it was barely helping. Most of the blood that had run down the side of his face was already dry but there was still blood seeping out. When they entered the hospital wing and the nurse came to their side, asking what was wrong. He was getting dizzy. Shasta told her what had happened, but Dean forced out an "I'm...fine..." before the nurse led him over to an empty bed and set him down. He blinked a few ties because his vision was getting a little blurry. He looked over to Shasta and said, "This was...fun.." before falling unconscious.

Dean's head was throbbing. It felt as though his was hit by a truck and then the truck decided to go in reverse and run him over again. He was throwing curses here and there in his mind, too tired and a little too weak to talk at the moment.
He scrunched his forehead and moaned in slight agony. He slowly lifted his hand up to where his wound was and winced when it touched. They'd stitched his wound and wiped away all of the dry blood from his face.

He sighed and opened his eyes, which took more strength than he expected. In the end, he finally opened them but had to blink several times so they could adjust to such a bright light. Why did they have to make hospital's so white? If he didn't know any better he'd thought he'd died and was heading towards 'the light'.
Dean looked around and saw absolutely no one, not even a nurse. but suddenly, Shasta came through the door. He sat up, wincing at the small pain it sent to his head and gave her a forced but still 'happy-to-see-you' smile.

Dean managed a shrug. "How do you think?" He said, his voice no more than a groan.
He was still a little weak a plenty dizzy, but he didn't want to leave Shasta waiting or anything. He looked at her, realizing that she'd been waiting in the waiting room the entire time, not bothering to change. He could tell she was cold as well, and looked around the room, spotting a blanket hanging over a chair beside his bed.
With some effort, he reached over and grabbed hold of the blanket, wincing as his head continued to pound.
"Here, you look cold," He said, noticing how she was shivering slightly.

Dean smiled as Shasta wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.
"It's okay, I feel fine...just a little headache." That was sort of a lie, since it wasn't at all near a little headache, but he didn't want to tell Shasta that. He didn't know why though, but he just didn't. He noticed that when she mentioned that she should leave, she didn't move. Part of him could sense something wrong with Shasta.
"You don't like hospitals...do you?" A small smirk grew across his face, thinking he'd found out why he'd sensed her so uncomfortable.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle lightly at Shasta's reason for hating hospitals.
I guess they do kind of reek of mortality...No...I don't want you to leave, I like you being here.
He gave her a toothy smile before continuing to speak.
I've actually never been in a hospital before..seen a few movies about hospitals, most of them horror, but I don't really hate them. I get a weirdo feelings though, but I'm fine.