Mika was honestly surprised that Dean wasn't even stopping her from swigging back the vodka, but she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he paused his patching up of her to call the receiptionist and seemingly to be flirting with the woman on the other end. If she wasn't in pain and feeling like utter crap she would have probably given him a bit crap for doing such a thing in front of her, but if it meant he got what he needed for her, from this woman then quite frankly she was feeling too crap to give a damn. At the mention of him wanting to make sure he wasdecent before the woman showed, Mika had to roll her eyes at his words. 

Glad that that phone call was over, she kept staring at him partially judgy but mostly just to keep her eyesight focused on something. She couldn't stare up at the ceiling for much longer and with the vodka well and truly starting to hit her quicker than it would do if she wasn't so heavily injured, she needed to focus on something that wasn't a plain ceiling. "I'll check you over after, I promise" she replied to him, wincing as he tied off one of the last stitches, glad that he was getting near the end of it. 

"Please say you're nearly done..." she complained, just wanting it to be over now as she hated having to be so still and a 'good patient' when every part of her was wanting to flinch her leg away as he pulled the needle through. "You realise when we tell Bobby this it's gonna be the most frustrating talk ever to have" she pointed out, even though this time it would be them wanting to scold Bobby and not the other way round.