Mary sighed softly, Stevie made her stronger, but she needed to do this one on her own. She picked up the bags again once he turned away and stepped up in to the room. Seeing Dean just about broke Mary's heart all over again. No matter what happened and where she ended up, Dean was her dad, and he family. She hated knowing he hurt so much, seeing the things he'd done to himself in grief...it hurt. Almost physically.
She didn't say anything at first, she didn't really know what to say. She just wanted to help and knew talking wouldn't. At least not yet, not for him. So she stepped up to the bed and untied him gently, one limb at a time. She saved his bad hand for last, looking it over as she undid the knots, biting her lip. It already looked infected. "Will you stay if I go to the bathroom?" she asked him, her voice soft.