Room 312, Monday evening

[blondecanary]

Okay, her head and face still hurt, but the nausea had faded away, and so had the double-vision. There might be nightmares about crawling, climbing, critiquing zombies later, but for now, there was a kitten, and some quiet music.

[ooc: the door and the post are open, and Dinah has chocolate too. Will be a linkdrop laterish when I have better

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[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri had excused herself from her room to give Hurley some privacy for other conversations with people. She hadn't seen Dinah since early in the day yesterday, though she'd sensed her in the clinic, and decided checking up on her would be a good idea.

At least, she figured with a wry smile, Dinah wouldn't push her away if she tried.

She knocked on the doorframe and poked her head in. "Hey. They let you out, huh?"

[blondecanary]

"They did!" Dinah grinned and looked up from where Camille was licking ice cream off her fingers, and put down the carton she was spooning chocolate out of for herself. "You're okay and I'm okay and everyone's okay!" She winced a little. "99 percent, anyway."

[weetuskenraider]

"Ninety-nine percent," Tahiri agreed, managing a crooked smile. "Poor Hurley's not going to get over being a zombie for a while, I think."

[blondecanary]

"Oh, poor guy." Dinah bit her lip. "Not sure how fast some people are going to get over other people being undead, either." She winced. "I owe a few people apologies for not saving them... But still. I wasn't sure any of it would be okay." She sighed, then really looked at Tahiri. "How are you dealing?"