Just before he reached Iris’s room, Cas slowed to a stop. He hadn’t made very many hospital visits before—the doctor usually made house calls to treat his father unless he needed special equipment to run tests—but he was pretty sure it was general etiquette to bring a gift for the patient when he stopped by. Distracted by his conversation with Jay, he hadn’t even thought to make a stop at the grocery store to get her flowers or anything. Would she think it was rude of him to show up empty-handed? He wasn’t sure. She didn’t seem like the type to care about that sort of thing, but even if she didn’t notice, it might be a nice gesture if he could find a last minute present to give her.

Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted a vending machine at the other end of the hall. It wasn’t much, but maybe she’d like something to eat that wasn’t generic hospital mush. After all, he’d found her with nothing but the clothes on her back, so she probably didn’t have any money to buy food for herself. Deciding it was the best offering he could come up with without running out to a store, he backtracked to the machine and swiped his card. Of course, the method of payment went through, and he looked over the variety of snacks inside, trying to figure out which one she’d want. It was hard to say, since he’d only met her the night before and she didn’t even remember anything about herself. To be safe, he bought three things, so she’d be able to pick whatever she wanted.

[color=#b97703][i]Maybe tasting food she likes and dislikes will help her get her memory back,[/i][/color] he thought hopefully, bending down to collect the assortment of snacks he’d picked: a chocolate candy bar, a bag of chips, and a blueberry muffin.

With a cheap but thoughtful gift in hand, he stood up straight again and walked back to her room, knocking once to announce his presence before he stepped inside. [color=#b97703]“Hey, Iris, how are you doing?”[/color] he asked, closing the door behind him and then turning around to face her. She looked a little distraught to him, but he had expected that. She was probably upset that no one had come to claim her yet, as anyone would have been after spending a whole day in a flimsy hospital bed. It made him feel better about his choice to visit her today, since he guessed she needed some company from someone who wasn’t wearing scrubs.

[color=#b97703]“I brought you some food,”[/color] he held up the assortment of vending machine goods as he approached her bedside. [color=#b97703]“I’m not really sure what you like, so I got you a few different snacks. If you’re not a fan of anything, just give it to me, and I’ll eat it.”[/color] He shrugged, offering her a friendly smile. [color=#b97703]“I hope you like some of it though. It’s gotta be better than whatever they’ve been feeding you so far.”[/color]