She should have known that Jake wasn't just going to miss what had happened. Dinah's breathing was labored, but she tried to stay conscious, tried not to scare him too much. Then again, what she had expected would happen? That he would go to the kitchen and she'd somehow figure out how to handle this without him even noticing?
She felt her other selves collapsing in on one another, leaving places as she was no longer able to do any good in them. She could only hope that she'd end up somewhere she could be helped.
Elsewhere, Dean was rushing around, trying to make sure she was taken care of.
"A wish gone very wrong," she explained. "I'm... a lot of places right now, but I think I'll be able to get help as soon as I stop being all over the City."
She didn't promise him that she would be okay, despite how much she wanted to. She wasn't going to make promises that she wasn't sure she could keep.
And then Dinah's eyes drifted closed and suddenly she wasn't in the Clock Tower anymore, wasn't anywhere except in that motel room with Dean.