Sam stuck around in the room to talk with the doctor when he came in, if only to try and reassure any worries because she'd be fine. He'd see to it. And he cringed inwardly when the doctors wanted to keep her for at the very least a couple days-- they had her on fluids for dehydration and medicine for any pain she had. And he kind of hoped she didn't make a fuss or insist on leaving anyway...

He knew it'd be for the best if she stayed, even if he kind of wanted to leave, get them some place quiet where they could rest in peace. When they were alone again finally, he looked over at her, trying to give a reassuring smile as he squeezed her hand gently in his. "When you're out... we can go to Bobby's or something, if you want," he offered quietly. Didn't know where Dean would be most comfortable, really, but jumping from motel to motel probably wasn't going to be it.