Jo knew it was bad. She was falling into reaction mode, which was easier than letting herself think about just how bad it really was. The minute she stopped and gave herself time to think, she was going to go into panic mode.
She considered the question about her ankle and looked down at it. Yeah, it did hurt, but she didn't really want to make him worry any more than he already was. So, instead she shot a look over her shoulder with what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
"It's fine."
It wasn't fine. In fact, she was starting to wonder what had happened, and starting to worry about what might have bitten her. She wasn't quite sure how to explain to Dean about the wolf that seemed to have sort of befriended her, but she had a sinking feeling that it was likely he might have been around at some point during her possession. Which meant it was possible she'd hurt him. He wouldn't have bitten her unless he felt threatened. She knew that much. And she didn't like it at all. She wanted to go out looking for him, but she didn't even know where to start.
Jo let herself into the bathroom, figuring Dean and Harry could finish up whatever business they had been attending to before Cas had arrived.
She started running the shower and only then did she let herself lean over the toilet and throw up.
A month. She'd been out of control of her body for a month and she had no idea where she'd been or what she'd done.
Shaking, she undressed and got into the shower. Hopefully the hot shower would wash away the overwhelming feeling of 'not right' that had filled her head at the moment.