[The feed is one of those...Maybe he brushed it with his hand without realizing it kind of things, since Dean's sitting on his bed on his side of the room, not doing anything very interesting at all. It's not like he can watch tv - which would be normal for this kind of situation - and he can't read because his nose is too distracting and besides: He can't even get into the library without someone holding his hand to let him in.

And man, does he hate that.

Instead, he's just sitting there fidgeting, shifting first one way, and then the other, before giving a giant heave of a sigh and reaching up to prod gently at his nose. He looks terrible, and he knows it, but at least he's had the good grace to mop himself clean of the blood that had caked his face earlier. But his nose is still swollen, and it's still crooked as crap, and he'd had the bright idea the night before to try to set it himself, and let's face it: He's probably made it worse. Normally he's decent with patching himself up, but trying to reset your own nose is a bit more complicated than digging out a bullet or sewing yourself closed with fishing line.]

This sucks out loud. [He says it pretty matter-of-factly to the empty room, rubbing at his face and carefully avoiding his nose in the process.] I am so sick of this crap.