There was a short line to the reception desk. Thankfully, the waiting room wasn't that full. They had landed in the small town of Woodstock. With such a small population, there weren't many people infirm. The town has paved roads, as most Canadian towns do, and red brick crossways where pedestrians cross. Judging by the other cars behaviour, a car must stop at these. Go figure. Along with a few unmarked one-way roads, it was a little frustrating to drive in.

At least there are plenty of places to get gas, one of those coffee shops that Canadians seem obsessed with "Tim Hartians" or something. There was also a statue of a cow on the way in. Why on earth the people here figured they'd need a cow statue... Sam did not know.

The receptionist smiled as they came up to her, "Hello, good day, may I have your health card please?"

Sam winced, "Um, sorry Madam, but we're visiting from the States, and my little sister here needed some help... any chance you can see her?"

"Hm. That is unfortunate, well, do you have an insurance company? I could defiantly give them a ring and set it all up for you." She smiled, apologetically.

"Of course, sure, just.. give me a second," Sam riffles through his wallet, full of credit cards under different names, some false drivers licenses... he pulls out an insurance card and smiles, "Here you are."

"Fantastic! Here, take a number, please, and we'll yell out to you when its your turn to be seen."

The girl, is still rather woozy, but is thankfully conscious for the time being.

"... Castiel, Angel of Thursday... heh. That was an easy heaven to make, at least. I am surprised you enjoy it so much. But I suppose that there is a beauty in simplicity. Sometimes I think I should have added a few more trees... Castiel, what is wrong? Do you know? I seem to be having more issue... this mid section keeps giving off noise while my head is dry... my mouth? Is dry."