He lifted her arm onto the towel and moved both to rest on his lap. Gently unwinding the shirt she had placed on her arm, he moved on to cleaning it just like the last ones. It took very little time to clean, sanitize, and stitch the smaller laceration on that arm and he had finished quickly. Dean bandaged her arm before moving it off his lap, rising from the bed to clean up everything he'd used. Once that was done, he returned and grabbed the button-up flannel shirt he'd pulled out, handing it to her.<br/><br/>"You can wear this for now, if you want. I figured it would be easier to get on without having to stretch to pull it over your head." He offered a kind smile as he spoke.