As he patted her cheeks lightly but enough to alert her to him, she forced herself to keep her eyes open, even though it was incredibly difficult. She didn't feel like she was dying, but she did feel her whole body needing to just shut down to try and recover itself. She looked at him when he told her to, trying to keep the fight going so she wouldn't have to end up in hospital as that's the last thing they really needed right now. Seeing him clear in thought at what to do, she was about to say there'd be medic kits in her car when it seemed he had gotten an idea, where she watched him take the chair,  balance it on the bed above her and then remove his shirt to tie it tightly round her wound, making her gasp and grit her teeth as she screamed lowly from the pain.

She nodded at his instructions, "okay..okay" she stammered back at him, trying to stabilise her breathing as it got more and more ragged. As he left the room to head to the car, she lifted one hand and placed her hand over her face to try and stop the tears from falling down her face, only for it not to work in the slightest. "come on girl...you can get through this....you didn't survive a wendigo attack to go out like this" she told herself, trying to motivate herself greatly. "you just got yourself back and Dean...dont fail both of you now" she kept muttering to herself until Dean got back in the room. 

"I'm with you, I'm with you" she kept saying to him, helping as best she could as he fumbled with her pants to get them off before smirking and sniggering at his teasing comment. "you know me too well" she slurred back at him, as he managed to get out of her pants and boots before grabbing the vodka and tearing the only clean bit of t-shirt off to use. 

The moment the vodka soaked rag touched her wound she gritted her teeth through her screaming and hissing, her fingers clenching in the bed covers tightly. She knew it would hurt but she didn't think it could this much. At his little quip she gave a sarcastic laugh, "like hell it wasn't too bad" she cursed at him, even if it did make her more alert, knowing though that the worst part was to come next.

Doing deep slow breaths she looked at him and gave a single curt nod, "I... I know, just, just do it." she told him back, leaning her head back into the pillow so she didn't have to watch him stitch her back up. "I never realised how glad I was for being out cold when Bobby had to deal with my back.... Until now" she quipped, trying her hardest to ramble any old crap just to stay with him.