He was going to stitch himself up on his own? The very thought made Heather feel a little weak in the stomach, which was pretty ironic since she had nearly 50 stitches in her own arms and legs, but she supposed that was different because a doctor had done it.
"Yeah..." she said slowly. "Hold on, I'll be right back." She headed into the bedroom for the needle and thread, which was part of one of those travel-sized sewing kits that for some reason she'd decided to buy along her travels. Then, she went into the bathroom for a half-empty bottle of peroxide. She was about to return to Sam then, but she caught a glance of her aspirin bottle and took that out to him, as well, along with a paper cup of water.
"Call me nurse," she said lightly as she carried everything back to the couch for him, sitting herself down while leaving more than enough room for him, as well.