Dean wasted no time in setting her gently on the bed once he'd managed to open the door. Tossing the key on the table, he backtracked to shut the door. He headed into the bathroom and wet down several of the washcloths available, grabbing a towel on his way back out. These he set near the end of the bed before he pulled a chair up by the side of it. He moved the cloths and towel closer to the chair and dug in his bag to pull out the medical kit he kept stashed inside. A glance in the redhead's direction and he sighed, pulling out a spare shirt as well.<br/><br/>"Your shirt is ruined. I'll need to cut it away to get at some of those cuts." he informed her, bringing the kit and shirt with him as he sat in the chair. He took one of the wet cloths in one hand and gently picked up her hand in the other. "I'm going to wash some of this blood away so I can see what I'm doing. I can't say it won't possibly hurt." He looked up at her then, the cloth held in his hand hovering over her arm, waiting to begin.