Dean laughed with her about the situation that led to one of the biggest fights he had ever had with John, which was a good memory for him, despite the stitches.  He was just glad to see her smile, and hear her attempt to laugh.  It meant she was cognizant and awake enough to hopefully not die on him.

He sighed heavily as she answered him about her state of mind, knowing that it was best to just get this done, so he could get her some iron and something to drink.  Having a thought hit him, he placed the gauze over the rest of the wound, and stretched with a groan to grab the phone, calling the desk.

“Front Desk.”, the woman answered on the other end.

“Hello, Sweetheart.  This is James from room 214…”, Dean started, causing the woman on the other end to speak up about how nice he was, and asked if he wanted to spend time with her, “Not quite…at least not right now, beautiful.  But look, I have a crisp hundred dollar bill for you, if you can go grab me a few bottles of water, some iron pills, annnnnnd maybe a salad shaker, dressing on the side?”

He smiled and listened to the woman gush over him, and confirm that she would do it, but just for him.  

“Thank you, sweetheart.  I’ll see you in a few, okay?  Knock before you come in.  I wanna make sure I’m decent.”, he joked with her, and then sat the phone back on the receiver.  He turned back to the wound, starting back on the stitches, and smirked over at Mika briefly, still attempting not to address her concerns about him checking himself over.  He finally decided to say something.

“I’ll, um…I’ll figure it out.  Let’s just get you patched up.  I will need someone to look at my back, alright?”, he muttered, tying off one of the final few stitches.