After a few moments, Dean's body stopped seizing. The shot took affect. With his body calm, his fever was still high but the rest of him was still creating problems. The nurse repositioned the mask over Dean's mouth, trying to give him oxygen. She saw his eyes flutter.
"I think he is trying to wake," She spoke to the two doctors.
Dean's vision was still fuzzy and he reached out with a hand, grabbed someone, his mouth trying to work, form some words. He had to warn them. Warn them of what was inside him.