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[reformingfury]

Dave wakes up groggy and sore in the infirmary the day after Halloween. He barely remembers what followed after the shed. How he got here, if he was brought by a friend or if he walked in in a near-catatonic daze after he emptied his stomach, not even who bandaged up his burnt and scratched up skin. Looking around him, he hopes that he’ll at least know that Maxxie and the rest are fine. And that whoever he talks to can tell him that he wasn’t wrong in what he did. That it wasn’t real. That what Dave did was just in self defense and an accident. That he isn’t actually a killer.

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[first_pink_lady]

She paused by the door, leaning against the doorframe, not quite committing to going inside. Her face was pale and blank, stunned by the things she'd seen around the Island the day before. She'd given in to the stress of it all, and fallen off the wagon. None of it had gotten personal for her, but that didn't mean she was blind to the chaos for others around the island. She was still hungover, but wasn't wearing her sunglasses - not in the infirmary, where people were far worse off than her own weakness and lack of self-control.

Like Dave, who, last she saw, was being dragged off by a bunch of knuckle-headed jocks. She looked over at him, wondering if he was awake. When she'd heard he was here, she couldn't help but want to know what happened after they pushed her aside.

[neither_a_nor_b]

It had been easier to hide. Maybe not braver, but enough people had told her to keep away and given last Halloween, it had all just been easier. And when she'd come out of hiding, it turned out everything had gone to hell anyway.

"Hey there, buddy," she said, knocking on the wall to announce herself.

[just_dance_it]

Much as Max wanted to stay by Dave's bedside, there were a lot of factors working against him. The clinic had been busy and chaotic when Maxxie finally came to and dragged himself upstairs from the caves. Adding another body to the fray seemed like a bad idea. Plus, Maxxie needed bed rest himself. Once he had gotten himself quickly checked over and assured himself that Dave was in good hands, Maxxie had collapsed on his own bed.

Every inch of him is sore the next day, and it takes a while to push his bruised body up the stairs of the Compound. He does have a slight smile on his face when he walks into the clinic though, because the sight of Dave awake -- if worse for wear -- is a great one.

"How are you feeling?" he asks before he's even through the door.