[She rinses the washcloth as best she can. She'll just put it in the laundry with the rest of the things for this weekend. Wiping down the counter with the cleansing wipe, she cleans the sink and then the few spots on the floor. She'll just follow the trail of blood out to the kitchen and throw that cleansing wipe away.

Exhaling, she glances to Stiles once she's upright again.]

You can stay, but I don't expect you to -- that's all. I don't mind people being here. I might call Elena and see if she'll go with me to the doctor tomorrow. [She figured she needed to tell her about this, just in case it happened again.]