Dean's refusal to just stop for five minutes and let her check his head was getting frustrating to Mika. She was too tired herself and in pain for this crap from him, but she wasn't expecting much else from him if she was honest with herself. "and I can't do that unless I know you're okay and not gonna die in your sleep on me" she scolded him.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed as she attempted to not lose her patience complete with him. Seeing him slide down on the bed made her inwardly sigh with relief. She took a closer look at his head injury and refrained from gasping. "it's small but it's bad Dean. You need a couple of stitches that's for sure. So until I've done that I am not letting you call Bobby, so please just let me finish sorting you out. Its not the vodka making you sleepy, its this bloody injury" she explained, unable to now keep the worry out of her voice for him.

She grabbed what she needed and gently placed the nearest cloth she could find that was clean and cleaned round the wound as much as she could, as well as trying to get the blood out of his hair. When she was done with that she threw the cloth out of the way onto the floor, rethrreaded the needle and sighed. "give me the vodka back so I can sanitise the needle and your wound" she told him, using the tone that said 'I'm not taking anymore of your bullshit so just let me do my thing'.

"ready? On the count of three..."she gave him a warning but had no plans on going at three, instead doing the first stitch on two.