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Another hated hospital or medbay

Dean never liked hospitals. Bad things always went down in hospitals. Especially death. And he thought he remembered briefly seeing that reaper Tessa, or maybe it was just a delerious dream from his injuries. No matter, once again he skirted death, and is living. Again. Awesome.

Still it took a while to really wake up from his injuries, combination of them and the lack of regular sleep. So it was some time while he healed that he woke up. He wanted to leave the medbay right then and there, but no dice. Even after cursing the EMH a few times. Stupid hologram, stupid medbay.

He was also wondering how his brother was, and he hadn't heard any updates about the Ohm battle yet. So the hunter was grumpy AND worried. So he hoped somebody better have some damn news.

"Come on, somebody give me my damn walking papers already!" What Dean wouldn't give for those sign out forms most hospitals had. This damn place never seemed to have heard of it.

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It had taken her longer than she liked to get to others in the medbay, but Kaylee finally found her way over to Dean. She moved gingerly, avoiding any jostling of the bruised ribs on her left side, and was careful to keep bandaged arms out of his line of sight for the time being. Hopefully the grin on her face would be enough to distract from too much worrying on his part.

"Been slow to give 'em out to everybody," she assured him, sliding up next to his bed. "Just wait it out, shouldn't be too much longer."

Dean started to grin a little at the sight of her, but it faded as he looked her over. Sorry, Kaylee, he saw how you were moving.

"Yeah, hey, what happened, babe?" He reached out to her, trying to touch her cheek. "How bad they get you?"

Yes it really doesn't matter how he was at Death's door again when it's somebody else he cares about who's in trouble.

A sigh. Well, if he saw, no point in hiding anything.

"It's nothin', just some bruisin'." And scraping. And burning. "Got knocked around a little, s'all." She moved up close enough that she could rest her cheek in his hand, bandaged fingers coming to rest over his, and sat on the edge of the bed. It was as close to him as she dared to get, for fear of hurting him at all.

Dean beckoned her closer, his breathing was better with the healing lung. Barely a wheeze now thanks to the regenators they had him on. Still sore as hell, but that was like a paper cut to a Winchester.

"Looks more than just a little bruisin' Sunshine. You all right?" His thumb idly rubbed against her cheek.

Once she was seated there wasn't much shifting. It hurt to do so, and he really didn't need to sit here worrying about her every time she moved. By the sound of it, he wasn't going to let it go anyhow, but still. Reputation and all that.

"Had some electrical problems while fixin' the grid." She smiled against his hand. "Sounds like you had more excitement than I ever could've dreamed of. Fires, hm?"

"Yeah, I think we got everybody out. Damn floor gave out from under me. Saw some Ohm outside coming after us too. Just before."

Sorry Kaylee, might as well get used to it. Dean's a big old mother hen when it comes to family. (And close friends (and more) come under family too.)

He added, "Not bad for a rookie. I ever tell you I wanted to be one as a kid? A fireman I mean. After we lost my mom, was watching these guys try to stop the fire spreading over our house. Damn coolest thing I ever seen."

"'M glad to hear it," she replied proudly. "The gettin' everybody out, not so much the collapsible floor."

She was plenty used to people worrying over her. Came from living with such a small group of people all the time. Didn't mean she liked it any more than she had to, not when there were better things to be worrying about.

"Can't say you did. What was it like, livin' the dream?"

Dean gave a small smile, "Felt really good. More like when we were hunting. Least the saving people part. Good thing that Nightwing brought along some gear for breathing. And that Katara kid pulled off this mojo with getting the smoke and fire down on some of it. She was really good. I think I saw her earlier. Something about my leg."

Kyle walked into the medbay, and immediately made his way over to Dean. He smiled when he saw he was awake, and yelling no less. Always a good sign that the recovery had started. He'd been worried he'd still find him in critical condition. "Well somebody is feeling better. Sorry I couldn't come earlier. I was getting Arha settled back in at home. How you doing?"

Haku was doing something wholly unusual for him- visiting sick bay when he didn't, expressly, have to. But Dean Winchester was a friend, and Haku owed him a great boon for his part.

"Hello, Dean," He greeted quietly, smiling at the man's impatient outburst, "Aren't you hurt?"

"Ah, that's what counts, then. And 'M sure they're grateful as can be." Kaylee didn't know who Nightwing us, but her face lit up plenty at the mention of Katara. "She's somethin' else, Katara. Good at what she does, and always a smile to deliver on top. You're lucky she saw to ya."

"Hope they got away from the Ohm, I haven't heard how things went. And last I saw of Sam, was dropping him off so he could get to his ship." Hence yeah, he's fretting about his brother.

Dean then nodded, "Yeah, she's a good kid. Maybe she'll stop by again. Was too out earlier."

Funny thing about helping alongside someone: you actually want to check up on that person and make sure that he is doing better. She had seen him when he was basically coherent, so now she wanted to see him better, when he seemed to be pacing in his own way about getting out of the medbay.

She had a similar feeling when she was stuck in the Brig for a long time.

"Hey Dean," she greeted, and brought him a little box. "I made some pastries with the stuff I picked up on shore leave. The instructions weren't that hard, actually!"

Well he still wasn't any shape to get around. Still wheezing and getting out of breath easily. But still stubborn as hell, and Dean was too full of restless energy to hang around somewhere long.

"Just peachy, but the wardens aren't letting me out on parole yet," Dean scowled.

He remembered the river god, and was glad he was doing better.

"Hey Haku, and I'm fine. But the Doc's not convinced yet."

Dean wasn't that fine yet, but he's always downplayed his injuries.

"Might have something to do with how injured you were. I know these doctor's seem like a massive pain in the rear getting all concerned just because someone has issues breathing. Insane I know, but I hear that can be dangerous." At this rate he was going to have a full time job just trying to keep people in their medbay beds. "Just slow down, and take your time healing up alright? I need you good shape for the training we're going to have. Would be rather embarrassing to have one of the assistant instructors collapse because he didn't listen to the medical staff."

"You had me pretty worried as it was."

"Do you want to escape?" He asked, only partly joking, and canted his head to the side for a better angle. It made his bangs fall partly across one eye and when the boy smiled it was in a way that reminded why gods and spirits had rightly inspired the phrase 'we dare not go a-hunting, for fear of little men.'

"I don't like it here, either. If you're strong enough to walk, I can make sure they don't see either of us leave."

"By the sound of it most folks did," she replied, shifting to get a better look at him. "And Sam's bound to be back a-okay by now. Ain't heard anythin' different 'bout the team." Hopefully, they were just running diagnostics on the ships before letting the crew go...

"'M sure she will, if I know Katara at all. She'll bring a nice smile with her, too."

Oh man, real food. Katara, you just became one of Dean's favorite people.

He was pacing as much as he could from a hospital bed, but definitely on edge. Still he grinned a bit.

"Did I tell you lately how awesome you are? I mean first the firefighting skills with the water, and the healing, and now food?"

"Yeah probably. Just figure he have stopped by or something." And if GLADOS was up to anything, he was going to go beatdown the AI or something. Yeah. He drummed his fingers on his free hand on the end table near him.

"I'm good," Dean gave a thumbs up, but then started coughing and gasping. He tried his best to hide the wince as pain flared in his chest as result.

He got it under control, and then said, joking, "See? Totally under control, coach. Don't keep me on the sidelines."

"Hell yeah. Let's go," Dean started to get up, but then wavered and gasped before coughing and wheezing more. Dammit. He scowled once he got it under control, still sitting on the bed. He started to try again, still wavering. He could do this. Really. Stupid lungs.

Without hesitation, Haku lay one slim hand on dean's chest and pressed him back into a sitting position with the strength a child his size should not have had. He paused a moment, not in hesitation, but in thought, frowning faintly at the weight and warmth of Dean's body under his touch.

"Hold your breath," He said mildly, but something in the way his sea-grass eyes flicked upward made it a command.

Edited 2010-07-02 16:28 (UTC)

Almost instantly, Kaylee shifted forward to cover his hand with her own. Not the brightest idea she'd ever had, maybe--it pulled her side something terrible--but he needed to keep those nerves down or he'd just end up in here longer. "He'll be here soon as he can. They've been pretty harsh 'bout makin' sure everybody's debriefed 'n numbered off."

Dean eyed the hand, and the suggestion, but did try to hold his breath as best as he could without the need to cough again. It was hard but he barely managed it.

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Do you actually want Dean out of here? XD

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He does, I think he needs to rest longer.