Daisy Monroe (foolofhearts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-27 13:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-30, daisy |
I think you have something on your shoe...
Who: Daisy and Antonin
Where: A random street
When: Late morning
They had made her stay in the hospital overnight. Despite all her protests and the best set of puppy eyes she could muster, the doctor had decided that she should stay. He had rattled on about needing to keep her for observation; her leg had been a clean break and whoever had set it for her knew what they were doing, but her concussion -- in addition to her history of concussions -- gave them cause to worry. Truth be told, Daisy wasn't listening. She was too worried about Joseph. He had been alone all day, with no knowledge of where she had gone aside from the note she had left him. Her mind kept replaying the image of him walking the streets in search for her -- and what if he had heard the news! He would no doubt think the worst had happened! The nurse had insisted that just because Daisy had to stay at the hospital didn't mean she couldn't use the phone, and Daisy did -- frequently. Her first call had been to let Joseph know that yes, she was still alive, and no, she wouldn't be able to come home later. He hadn't be very happy about that answer, which only made her feel worse. He misses me... It was that thought that caused her to call him back thirty minutes later for no other purpose than to see what he was doing. Her calls persisted throughout the rest of the night, though it became less frequent that Joseph actually answered. She hadn't been able to sleep, not that that was surprising to Daisy. A day had not passed since she met Joseph where she didn't at the very least sleep in the same room with him. It made her feel safe to know that he was close by. Occupying herself for those hours until daybreak was harder than she thought it would be. Television could only keep her busy for so long and reading had never been her strong suit. With her mind allowed to wander, it was had for Daisy not to dwell on the last time she had been stuck in the hospital. Endless days by herself with only one visit from Joseph had nearly driven her insane. Finally the nurse returned in the morning with her release papers and Daisy nearly bounced out of bed from excitement. Once she had signed her name over a hundred times and the nurse had made sure she had downed her pain medicine, she was sat in a wheelchair and carried out the door to the front of the hospital. "Is there someone to pick you up?" Daisy smiled brightly at the nurse behind her. "No, I wanted to surprise him when I came home this morning." "Well then I'll call a cab for you then. We really can't have you walking home." Daisy waited until the nurse had turned her back to her before she stood up and balanced herself on her crutches. She didn't need a cab, but more importantly, she couldn't pay for a cab. Normally she would be content to take a running go once she reached her destination -- they couldn't make you pay if they couldn't catch you -- but given her current state, Daisy doubted she would be doing any running soon. Daisy must have looked quite a sight walking down the street. Her bright pink cast could have stopped traffic from a mile away. Though she had cleaned up at the hospital, her tights were ripped and there were tears and holes in her shirt and skirt. Daisy's face had also lost the bright smile that was usually a permanent fixture. It was warm outside, but she felt as though she was covered in a cold sweat. She hadn't been in the mood for eating this morning, a fact that she had lied about to the nurse, and the constant rocking of her body on her crutches was making it hard for her stomach to settle. Daisy came to a stop, hoping that standing still and deep breathing would help her to feel better. She managed to keep it together for all of a second before she slowly turned to the side and violently lost the contents of her stomach. Just when she thought that she was finished, another wave of sickness ripped through her. If she had had her eyes open, Daisy would have realized that she had thrown up all over the person who had had the misfortune of walking past her at that exact moment. |