"What do you want?" I asked, looking at Eli in boredom.
"I came to make you feel better by telling you how shit you look," he said with a smile and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Teasing, princess. You were bleeding out in my arms, sue me for feeling slightly concerned."
"Well, I'm just groovy so you can go now," I said and waved my hand at him.
"I'm cool," he shrugged and took a seat at the chair beside the bed.
"Do I actually look like shit?" I asked and Eli raised an eyebrow at me.
"You died. Do you really want me to answer that question?"
"I wouldn't be asking otherwise, dipshit," I muttered.
"You look like death," Eli shrugged. "Don't take it personally."
"Considering your tastes in women I won't," I said and screwed my face up in disgust.
"Be polite," Eli scolded and smirked smugly. "I did save your life."
"Bullshit," I scoffed.
"Blake wanted to pull the knife out of you," Eli explained. "The knife was the only thing keeping you alive. It was blocking the blood flow. I stopped him."
"That's not really saving my life," I said.
Eli smirked. "I think it is, princess."
I shook my head and shifted on the bed, groaning in pain when I did.
"Don't move, idiot," Eli said and rolled his eyes.
"Fuck off, you try lying in this bed in the same spot," I snapped and rubbed my eyes tiredly.
"How are you feeling, Daisy?" Eli asked seriously.
"How many times am I going to have to answer that question?" I wondered and shook my head. "I feel fantastic, can I leave this shitty room now?"
"Stop pretending," Eli snapped and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Stop pretending you're fine. You're not. You're broken inside. You're flinching at every loud noise and whenever someone moves a centimetre towards you! You died, Daisy! You were raped! You don't have to pretend. You don't have to put up an act!"
"Why did you ask when you clearly know the answer?" I muttered and glared at my hands. "Leave, Eli. Fuck off!"
"Don't hide it," Eli ordered. "No ones going to blame you for breaking down."
"Stop talking," I snapped and took a deep breath. "I can't talk about it. I don't want to think about it. I can't. I just can't." I gulped and closed my eyes, but tears were building again.
"Cry," Eli groaned. "Cry, Daisy! No one is going to judge you! Let it out! Fucking cry! Stop being such an emotionless bitch!"
"You're such a dick!" I yelled.
"I'm trying to help you!"
"I don't need help! Especially not from you!" I whimpered and I jumped in fright when Eli stood up and walked up to me, placing his hands on the bed and leaning down, but he made sure not to touch me.
"You do," he said lowly, "especially from me."
"What makes you think you're so special?" I asked as tears slipped down my cheek.
"I'm not special," Eli shrugged. "But I can help you."
"No you can't."
"Not unless you let me, princess."
"Fuck!" I yelled and groaned in frustration. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Don't strain yourself!" Joey panicked.
"I'm fine!" I grunted. "I'm just pissed! I can't even sit up by myself!"
"That's not you're fault," Oly said and I winced in pain when I tried to push myself into a sitting position. "Let me help, Dais-"
"No!" I said sternly and held my hand up. "Don't." The guys all shared a knowing look and I sighed. "Stop staring at me like that."
"Like what?" Mason wondered.
"Like I'm broken," I snapped. "Stop it."
"You are broken," Blake shrugged and I glared at him.
"Thanks for that shitty comment,"
I growled. "Thanks a lot."
"That probably wasn't the best thing to say, Blake," Oli pointed out and I sighed loudly and slumped back onto the bed.
"When can I go home?" I groaned.
"When the doctors think you're fit enough to handle yourself," Blake said. "So clearly not anytime soon."
"I getting sick of staring at these walls!" I growled. "It's been a week!"
"Exactly," Joey said, "just one week."
"Please just tell them I'm fine to go home," I sighed and held my hand to my head. "At least I can be in my own bed and not get creepy doctors staring at me every five minutes."
"They're trying to help," Oli pointed out.
"I don't want their help," I muttered. "I just want to go home."
"I'm going to gag you if you keep saying that," Blake said. "You're staying, end of."
I narrowed my eyes at Blake. "The door is over there. Use it," I snapped. "I think you've overstayed your welcome."
Blake frowned at me and I raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"I'm waiting," I said. "Leave."
"You're not being serious-"
"Am I laughing?" I demanded. "No, so do something useful and fuck off."
"Jheeze, I'll be back when you're not in a mood," Blake muttered and walked off.
"Daisy," Oli said cautiously. "Are you-"
"I'm fine!" I snapped. "I'm amazing! Stop asking me that and do something useful!"
"Like what?" Joey asked.
"Food, please can someone go and get me some food that isn't goddamn hospital food that tastes worse than Mason's shit," I said quickly.
"My shit is coming right up," Mason said sarcastically. "Any preferences, sweet cheeks?"
"Something hot, fattening and greasy," I sighed.
"I'll be back," Mason said and walked out of the room.
"So, what do you want to do now?" Oli wondered.
"Well, my options are pretty limited," I said and rolled my eyes. "I'll do anything that distracts me from this shitty place."
*
"Don't touch me," I snapped, shoving the nurse away from me. "I can do it myself." I gripped onto the bed and forced myself onto my feet, gritting my teeth in pain as I did so.
"Daisy, don't strain yourself-" The nurse went to take my arm but a cold glare from me stopped her.
"Don't you dare lay your hand on me," I growled.
"Be polite, Daisy, the nurse is just trying to help you," Rob scolded as he walked into the room with Adam by his side.
"I don't want her help," I scowled.
"At least use the crutches," the nurse said and pointed to the crutches resting at the end of the bed. "They will help."
"I'm fine," I grunted and gasped when my stomach screamed in pain.
"Stop being a brat and accept the help," Adam said and handed the crutches to me. "Take them or we'll get a wheelchair for you."
I scowled at him and grabbed the crutches which did in fact help me to stand upright.
"How are you feeling?" Rob asked and I sighed.