Between all the confusion, drugs, and lingering fear, Dean's mind was a mess. She was struggling to think of ways to dodge it even though the idea of losing the function of her hands scared the hell out of her. And Sam's reactions had her confused, thinking maybe he was aggravated with the idea of having to take care of her that long. Not that she could blame him, really. Her own idiocy got her into this and now she was half helpless.

At least the hospital staff were getting paid to deal with her stupid ass.

"No big deal, Sammy." She murmured in answer to the question. "You should go get some sleep maybe. You look tired."