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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]

"Almost daily." Also, there was the spaghetti sauce. "I should probably get a shower in, soon."

Dinah giggled weakly. The slight tomato-y smell was a hint. "Maybe?" Her eyes drifted shut. "I'll be here when you get back from that."

"Just consider me your concussion buddy."