Daniel stared at her a while longer, blinking once, twice, looking at this angry fingerprints, then into her smudged eyes. "Bullshit." He got up so abruptly his elbow swept out, and the coffee cup skidded off the table, splashing dark liquid everywhere. "Bullshit." More nonsense they were telling him to make him sit quietly in bed and heal. He hit the table with his hand and whirled, stalking away. A moment later, he slammed the bedroom door again.