Dean's day was swiftly becoming routine. He was thankful for Seamus's near-constant presence, especially knowing he'd taken the week off work. He was thankful Terry was one of the people checking in on his progress from a medical standpoint - it helped to have someone he knew before be part of his rehabilitation. But aside from that, staying in hospital was boring the shite out of him.
Thanks why were sometime before dinner, when George showed up to visit, Dean's eyes brightened and he actually smiled. It was a small one, but it was there. His right arm had been freshly bandaged, and Dean had gotten a good look at it. What he'd seen...well if George had seen it, he'd probably wonder how Dean was even managing to smile at the moment.
"Thank Merlin, George. I'm going batty in here, bored out out my mind. Well except when Seamus or terry or someone else has come round. Glad to see you mate." Dean was still on medication but it wasn't making him so tired anymore, so her was able to sit upright, fidget and generally want to be up and about. "I'm coming along, or so they say," he replied with a shrug. He looked at the bag and reached across with his left hand to open it. His right stayed limply at his side. "So what all did you bring? Anything to bother the staff with?"