Nurses rushed in with a bed to the end of Sam's hospital bed and attempted to get Dean on it as John and Bobby held fast.
"Son of a bitch! I said- I said I'm fine!" stated Dean again as a nurse started wrapping a cuff around his bicep testing his blood pressure.
"Sir, as a precaution we want to run tests on you as a part of hospital policy." stated Sam's doctor.
Dean started struggling and then Sam saw what they all had been missing. Through Deans thick flannel shirt and who knows how many layers there was a blooming flower of a blood stain growing below Dean's left side of his rib cage.
"Dad, his ribs..." Sam said in a tired but worried voice.
At that John looked at Sam and looked down. He optioned and Bobby followed suit in sitting dean down on the newly acquired hospital bed and pushing him down.
"Damn it Dad! Bob-Bobby!" Then Dean tried to rise up the first jolt of pain welled up from deep inside and he realized that maybe, just maybe he was not fine.
"Sir, let me!" said the doctor as he succeeded in pushing between the hoard of nurses and the two men between himself and his new patient. He began unbuttoning the flannel shirt and pulled it open only to find the left was not only hung but had been forced inside the patients abdominal cavity like in a stabbing. As he looked up towards his patients face he noted glazed, pain filled, green eyes sunk into a pale face dusted with freckles. Too many times he had seen young boys who looked like that after battle. But that had been a long time ago when his own hair was nearly black. I sense of empathy passed from the doctor to the young man as the doctor lay his hand on the smooth cheek that barely needed shaving and he felt what he had feared he would.
"Nurse Kelly! I need an operating room open yesterday! This boy is hemorrhaging as we speak!"