St Martin's Hospital, afternoon, Amarie and vincenzo
Amarie flipped through the magazine Vincenzo had brought her and chatted idly while he leaned against the pillows beside her and played one of her games.
"Am I doing it right?" he asked.
"Your thumbs are too big," Amarie chuckled. "Ooh, just look what Britney's wearing! What WAS she thinking?"
Vincenzo looked at the magazine, snorted cooperatively - and died in his game.
"Aww goddam," he said.
"Mama says you shouldn't swear in front of me," Amarie said primly and giggled when he poked her, gently, in the side.
Vincenzo started another game and Amarie watched for a moment, startling him by saying "Jump," then she went back to reading her magazine.
"You'd look good in this," she said, after a moment.
"Uhuh," Vincenzo said, without looking.
Amarie made a face at him and turned another page. "Oh," she said. "Travis has a shirt like that. It's really cool. He wore it the night we went out."
Vincenzo's brain caught up with his ears a second or two later and he glanced across at the magazine again. "Which night was that, hun?" he asked.
"Thursday night," she said, "you know."
"The night you ended up here?" Vincenzo asked and she looked sharply at him. "What do you remember, hun?" he asked, turning his attention back to the game.
"Just stuff," she said. "Like Travis - and the man."
"Ah," Vincenzo said, with a lift of his eyebrows. "Er - I don't think I want to play this any more. Want a soda?"
"Sure," Amarie said, turning another page and Vincenzo got up and left the room, slipping his phone from his pocket.