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Dennis wasn't a stranger to getting hurt on set. None of the Society was, really. Cuts, bruises, and the occasional tumble were commonplace for them.
However, when Dennis got hit hard on the back of his head, he had a feeling this wasn't just another bump.
At first, his head just hurt and the initial wave of adrenaline, shock, and tingling took a bit to wear off.
However, when it did wear off, his head still hurt bad.
Worse, he started to feel... Rough.
A deep-set nausea accompanied the pounding pressure in his head, and thinking became a struggle. Talking became a struggle, and his voice began to come out slurred as he trudged through largely incomplete sentences.
He'd always been more sensitive to light than the others because of his Autism, but now it outright hurt and made his brain feel like it was being turned to mush.
Something was definitely wrong but, when Trevor checked his pupils, they did not give the telltale sign of concussion.
It was Chris who ultimately decided that Dennis' condition was too worrying to ignore, so she brought the disoriented man out to her car and drove him to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, Dennis was quickly brought back for a brief assessment before he was fully admitted, checking his vitals and asking him questions that hurt his brain almost as much as the sterile LED lights in the room.
He was given Zofran for the nausea and told to wait, so he did, mumbling nonsense to an increasingly worried Chris.
Eventually, after further assessment and a CT scan, it was determined that he did, in fact, have a concussion, though it wasn't severe, as there was no signs of bleeding or serious damage.
More or less, his brain had just gotten rattled a bit, but that didn't really make him feel better.
His tongue kept going to the side, his mouth was repeatedly filling with saliva, and his brain felt absolutely scrambled. He was in no condition to do much of anything despite the doctor clearing him for regular activity.
Thankfully, Chris picked up on this and drove him to her place, letting him settle down in her bed to recover. She wanted him there with her since she knew he lived alone and didn't want him to be by himself in case things got worse.
"Chris" he said drearily as she helped him lie down on his side (he preferred sleeping on his back but that hurt his head too much).
"Yes, Dennis?"
"You're cool" he said with a faint smile. He was extremely out of it. "'Nd you're a good frien'"
"Thank you, Dennis" Chris nodded. "Get some rest, bud"
"Yes, captain"