"Yeah," she called. "I'm fine." Dean was trying to keep civil for the nurses sake, but it wasn't easy. It did hurt. The hot water over the wounds on her back stung and burned. Every time she tried to do something for herself, her hands protested painfully.

When she came out, she was dressed from the waist down, a towel held to her chest for modesty although she didn't much care by then. The two nurses helping her had seen it all and not in any kind of fun way. They settled her in bed, then went out to get the materials to re-bandage her back and wrists.

She gave Sam a weak smile and tried to joke through clenched teeth. "Check it out, Sammy. I got naked with two chicks. I've still got it..."