Cox set his teeth as the boy began to struggle, putting hands on his shoulders to hold him down. He needed to be still until they could get him onto a guerney and take care of him, so he didn't hurt himself anymore or cause himself to bleed out faster.
Dean was wounded and probably a lot weaker than he would've been had he been healthy, and Perry had no difficulty in holding the kid down by the shoulders. One of the orderlies kept his legs pinned so the nurses who had come back could start to tend to his wounds.
Maybe someone thought Cox actually worked there, and that was why no doctor was coming to their aid. Still, one of the bystanding nurses had the intelligence to grab a guerney, and between them, Cox and the two orderlies managed to gently lift Dean onto it.
"Is there an empty room or somewhere we can get him for treatment?"
Stopping the bleeding was the first of Cox's worries, before he bled himself to death. After that, they could address the fever and any other wounds he had, but there was also the fear that he was internally bleeding, given the fact that the front of his shirt was completely soaked in blood.
That, and there was the possibility of his body going into shock. Oh, what a fun day this was.
Perry's gloves were already soaked in blood, and there were a few flecks on his shirt from Dean's struggling. As one of the nurses began to lead them down to one of the ER cubicles, they shifted Dean carefully from the guerney to the bed, snapping an oxygen mask to his face and hooking him up to the equipment to monitor his vitals whilst keeping pressure on the wounds.
"Kid, you're gonna hafta work with me here, okay?" he breathed out as he took a pair of scissors from a nurse, hospital staff keeping the man reasonably still while he cut through the fabric of his pants to reveal the wounds. His leg was Cox's first priority - he'd ruptured an artery and it needed to be dealt with.
The fabric fell away and Cox frowned. Knife wound, obviously, or some kind of smooth, sharp, thankfully clean blade. He ordered something to dope the kid a little, trying to clean and steralize the wound. He had to stitch it up before it bled out anymore.