âIâm right here. Iâm not going anywhere.â + daisyelena
When Elena wakes, her surroundings arenât familiar- she sits upright in a flash before crying out in pain, searing heat flaring from her gut. Her hand grips the bed rail as she cringes, eyes squeezing shut.
âHey, hey, itâs okay, Elena, youâre okay,â the voice that speaks is soothing and familiar, and it takes her a moment before she realizes itâs Daisy. Her shoulders relaxed, tension easing, and she lets Daisy help her back down until her head hits the pillow, and she exhales shakily.
âWhere am I?â she asks, her voice hoarse; Daisy grabs the water from the bedside table, and helps her take a sip, the cool liquid a balm against the rough skin of her throat.
âSHIELD med bay,â the brunette tells her, eyes side. âYou reopened your stitches- May brought you back here when she saw all the blood.â
âIt is like a knife,â Elena says, wincing, and Daisyâs hands fluttered over her abdomen, wanting to help but not wanting to harm.
âShould I get a doctor? Do you need pain meds?â she asked, and Elena shook her head, exhaling slowly until the pain subsided.
âThey make me fuzzy,â she answers, before reaching for one of Daisyâs hands and lacing their fingers together. âI am glad you are here, Daisy.â
âIâm not going anywhere,â Daisy murmured, fingers tightening around Elenaâs, raising her hand until she could rest her cheek against it. âIâm right here.â