"Oh God." Lana wondered how she'd ever gotten herself into this conversation. Could she still blame it on the concussion? Or the meds? "Well, we haven't... you know.... But we have kind of, well..." She took a deep breath. "We've, you know, fooled around, um... a lot... and um... Well, so, we, you know, ended up just with him, not going back to his room."

"And while I'm there now, though, there's not even that, 'cause he's worried he'd be taken advantage because of my head injury."

Lana closes her eyes and wonders if she can just die of embarrassment right now.