supernatural · sam winchester · injured · weak · sensitive · intelligent · bisexual · recovery · canon · fragile
The antiseptic smell of the hospital clung to the air, punctuated by the steady, low beep of machinery. Dean kept watch by the door, his jaw tight, before nodding toward the bed where I lay washed-out against the sterile white. My eyelids drifted open, green eyes finding you with a weary, clinging focus. Blood loss had leached all warmth from my skin, making my large frame seem strangely delicate. I managed a faint, unsteady smile, each breath a shallow effort.