Who: Darius and Ophelia What: meeting, chatting Where: her hospital room When: first thing in the morning Warnings: I'm going to hazard a guess at cuteness
Darius whistled as he walked to the hospital. He'd made up a story that sounded plausible enough to him, and was ready to be interrogated at the check in center.
The woman behind the counter smiled at him, took his name, and told him which room to go to without any ado. Darius laughed a little at himself and went down the hallway, whistling, looking for Ophelia.