[ action; ] a day later~
[ She waited, because she knew there were people so much better equipped to deal with him, to heal him immediately, then she could. Her skill was not in stopping bleeding after all. She came a day later, after she finished her morning's work at the school and a tour around with the soldiers again. Her days were easily kept busy, and for that she was thankful. But she knew in the end no one would take care of him like Sam.
It didn't stop her worrying though. So when she couldn't put it off any longer, she went to the salvage yard, knowing the place so well now that she could find Dean's room without bothering Sam for the time being. Which unsurprisingly she supposed, she found Dean in bed where he ought to be. Glad someone had made him do so. Not that she bothered to wake him now either, just lent over him, smoothing back his forehead to find a bit of unbruised skin to kiss it softly. Then lower, to the corner of his lips, like she had the first time he had come back so dirty.]
My poor, poor Captain. Is no where kind to you?
[Quietly as possible, she dragged a chair up beside his bed, taking his hand in hers and sitting there beside him. She wasn't quiet sure when it was she dozed off, only that his bed was more comfortable than hers for some strange reason. Somehow her arm ended up around his waist as she slept half on his bed, half still on the chair.]