"Yeah... I'll live, Dean," he murmured softly, frowning a little. It's no surprise that her first worry was him, but dammit, it shouldn't be. He's not the one who had to go through-- that.

But she was a little too doped up right now for an apology to mean anything. All he could do was get to his feet and use his free hand to brush her hair back lightly. "You can get some more rest if you want..."