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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]

Dinah snickered at that, winced, but it was worth it. Some of her anger was starting to back off. She smiled at Karla, and said, "The muscle relaxers would be good. And the salves. We'll see about the teas, maybe tomorrow or this weekend?" Mixing drugs and magic remedies sounded like a bad plan, but hey. Maybe they'd work better. "Thanks, Karla." She reached out to touch her, and sent, I'll be okay. Seriously. The low throb of the diminishing headache made her wince as she sent, then sigh. Just need rest, mostly.

Bah! How would they ever know whether or not it was a good idea if no one ever took them together?

"I'll make some up anyway," Karla decided, clasping Dinah's hand briefly. She didn't sent words, just a small thread of friendship and relief that she was going to be okay. "If you need them, you can have them and if not, well, they're useful to have on hand anyway." She leaned over and smoothed Dinah's blankets up, pausing to pat Camille. "I'm going. You sleep. I might duck in later to drop off a basket of goodies, okay? I'll just leave them on your desk and you'll never even know I was here."

"Awesome," Dinah sighed, and closed her eyes. "That works." She hugged Camille close, half-asleep already. "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Dinah," Karla murmured, slipping out and closing the door a little behind her.