Title: Bad

Author: Indigo Night

Feedback: Yes please

Summary: Yeah, it's that bad.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters

Spoilers: Nope.

Pairing: None.

Warnings: Nada.

Author's Note: Ah, I'm three words over! (not counting author's note etc.), Oh well! Don't ask where this came from. Happy birthday Enkidu!

Heavy breathing. Sharp gasps. Flushed skin. Sweat pooling in the shallow dip just above the hip.

"J-Just hold still, Dean." His voice trembled though he tried to stop it. "It's not that bad."

"Yeah, Sam, it is."

"Just Don't. Move."

"Okay Sammy." Blood drenched his torso; his abdominal muscles flinched and quivered away from Sam's exploring hands. Pale, jagged bone poked through shredded skin. Sam felf nauseous.

"Will it need stitches?"

"I think it's gonna need a little more than stitches, Dean."

He shivers. "Cold Sammy." He's heavy… tired… but it doesn't really hurt.

"You're in shock… and feverish, I think."

"Hospital?"

"Yeah."