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Room 312, Thursday afternoon
Dinah was released from the clinic after the accident on the beach. Concussion, not fun. Bruised ribs, not fun. Cuts all over her arms, gah.

She had the lights low and the door half-open, lying down and half-dozing with Camille curled up on her un-hurt side.

[expecting a couple, but open]

"Ice would be awesome." Dinah fished her ice pack out from between her arm and side. "This one's gotten all melted. Came home and crashed after I went to the clinic."

Tony took the ice pack from her and got her a fresh one from the common room. "Anything else?"

"Nah, I'm good." Dinah smiled gratefully, and settled it against her ribs with a wince. "I took all this Tylenol. I wish it would kick in already. Can't take anything else yet. It's annoying." Because she wanted to be up and doing something, not lying there thinking about how close some of those rock shards came to really hurting her.