The morning after the wedding, Dave knocked on Cooper's door repeatedly. It was just past ten and he was curious to hear about Cooper's trip to the hospital.
"Come in," she grumbled, tossing her head back and forth against her pillow. Dave opened the door and Cooper looked up at him pouting.
"How are you feeling, cuz?"
"I don't know what hurts more: my ankle or my head," she groaned as she sat up slowly.
"Sorry you had a bad night," Dave said sitting on her bed.
"Who said anything about a bad night?" Cooper asked allowing a smirk to form.
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