"Not a total loss, but I haven't exactly had time to check it out." She frowned as she checked the machines, making sure that waking up wasn't proving to be too much for his body to handle. She turned her head and stifled a yawn, leaning briefly against the bed. "Don't strain too hard to focus. We'll still be just as pissed when everything clears up, and it's only going to be worse if you fuck yourself up more by forcing it."
She nodded at Gert's assessment of the situation, adding, "You have to get better, so we can beat you up for this."
"It didn't," she confirmed, moving to grab more gauze so she could change the dressing on his head. It was about that time. "But even if it had, I probably would have been fine. More fine than you are right now, at least. Hold still."
She leaned over him and carefully removed the old dressing, then set about cleaning and re-dressing the wound. "You owe me a shirt, by the way."