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[gavemea_45]

The front door opens - and then promptly stops mid-movement, as though whoever's on the other side is holding on to it and waiting for something.

"You go ahead, Sammy. I'm gonna see what I can find out about this Grimm dude."

"A tree fell on him almost two hundred years ago, Dean. What's there to check out?" Exasperation is clear in his tone,

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[coconutextract]

"What was that about trees?"

She's laying out on one of the couches, her legs long enough to drape over one arm.

[gavemea_45]

"Treebeard," Sam says. "Er, or the tree from two hundred years ago that fell on a guy, take your pick?"

He gives her a quick grin.

"Hey, Izzie."

[coconutextract]

"Sam."

A pause, while one of her feet idly dances back and forth to the iPod bud that's blaring music in her left ear.

"You look good."

[gavemea_45]

"So do you," he says, without thinking. "Um, I mean -- like you're having fun, and all."

[coconutextract]

"As much fun as a girl who hasn't seen her door in almost a month can have," she says.

And then she makes a face at her own words.

"Ugh, sorry. I didn't just kill the good mood going, did I?"

[gavemea_45]

"Nah, it'd take more than that-- did you say a month?"

Sam looks startled.

"You've been stuck here all that time?"

[coconutextract]

"Yeah. Don't really know why, either."

But at the moment, she's kind of grateful. Especially seeing as how her door only leads to a hospital bed and more tests.

"But we're not going to talk about that. What we are going to talk about is how you're doing."

[gavemea_45]

"That's gonna be a short conversation," he warns her, but there's a smile all the same.

"I'm doing okay."

[coconutextract]

"You're not getting away that easily," she warns, and pulls her legs up to make room for him.

"Come on. Sit."

[gavemea_45]

"Um... okay," Sam agrees, a little hesitantly.

He lowers himself to the couch, and eyes her.

"I really am, though."

[coconutextract]

"Fine."

She thinks back to his earlier words.

"You still getting that beer?"

[gavemea_45]

"Was planning on it, yeah."

Beat.

"You want anything?"

[coconutextract]

She looks over at her empty mug, resting alone on the table next to the couches.

"Maybe more coffee? Decaf, though. Otherwise I'll be up all night."

[gavemea_45]

"Decaf I can do. Back in a second."

It doesn't take long at all before he's gone to the bar and returned with another mug for her and a beer for himself.

"Here," he says dryly, resuming his seat. "Now you can have all the taste without any of the benefits."

[coconutextract]

"Mmm, isn't that the way for a lot of things?"

She smirks over the coffee as she accepts it with a brief thanks.

[gavemea_45]

"Maybe? I guess?"

Sam gives her a suspicious look.

"Are you talking about diet stuff?"