After she blacked out, Daisy woke up back in her apartment. Unable to move, unable to speak or barely think. The TV was on but she had no idea how she got here. She still couldn't move, but she needed food to get her energy back or else she might die. She tried to move her arm, then gasped in pain because of the bullet wound. She couldn't stay conscious much longer. She forced herself to move her leg but immediately pain shot through her entire body and she blacked out once again. The next time she woke up, it was dark outside. She laid on the couch and almost yelled when she heard a knock.
"Hello?" A familiar voice called through the door.
"Simmons." Daisy whispered. Even the smallest whisper took so much energy.
"Hello?" The voice asked again. "I was informed that I need to come here, is anyone here?"
Daisy heard a gun cock then saw the door open. Simmons face appeared in the doorway, gun at the ready. Daisy was going to pass out again. Simmons stared at then whispered, "Daisy? "
Daisy nodded but then sharply inhaled. She felt her vision slipping again.
Simmons closed the door and rushed over to her. She stared at Daisy for a second before put a hand to her head and brushing her hair away. Daisy saw tears slide down Simmons face, before her vision left again, then came back.
"Oh God Daisy. What did you get yourself into this time?" Simmons whispered. "You are so pale Daisy. What happened to you?" Simmons shook her head, "Why are you so hell-bent getting yourself killed? This is not what Lincoln would have wanted!" Daisy opened her mouth to tell her and she got out "I-"Before her vision was covered with black.
"Daisy? No, stay with me! Come on Daisy, I need you to stay with me." Simmons voice sounded galaxies away, like an echo. "What happened to you Daisy?" Simmons asked again, not really expecting an answer this time.
Right then, the TV came on with "Breaking News."Quake destroyed by the Tyrannical Terror. Where is she now? Did she survive?
There was a video of what happened. Apparently the nearby shop camera caught it all. Simmons watched in silence as the man drained Daisy's energy, cracked her head, then she got shot, then he left her for dead and shattered her leg.
"Oh God Daisy." Simmons said. "Hold on."
Daisy tried to open her eyes, tell Simmons she was okay but she couldn't. She felt her hair being pushed to the side, presumably by Simmons. She kissed her forehead then went to work. Daisy felt Simmons gently grab her shoulders and sat her up. She got the bullet out of her shoulder, cleaned, then wrapped the wound. She cleaned the back of her head and put her hair up so that it wouldn't get in the wounds. She pushed the pillow up and rested her back against the pillow and put her head against the couch. She then went to Daisy's arm.
"Well, at least you tried to use the gauntlets." Simmons said. She sounded like she was crying. "One fight and you managed to shatter your leg and knee, you broke your entire left arm, you recieved a nasty gash in your head, got a bullet wound to the shoulder, which by the way should not have happened. That bloody cop is a terrible aim. You probably got three broken ribs… did I miss anything? Oh yes, that man literally almost sucked the life out of you."
She put Daisy's arm in a cast and put ice in it. Then to her leg.
"Daisy, I don't know if you can hear me, but this is going to really hurt. Not only did he shatter it, but it came out of place. I need to pop it back in, then stabilize it. She gently placed her cold hands on Daisy's leg, then quickly popped it back it. Daisy took a sharp intake of breath.
'Damn that hurt.' Daisy thought.
Simmons let out a quiet and humorless laugh when she heard Daisy gasped, "Oh, I am so glad you are not dead."
She put her hand on Daisy's forehead and gently stroked her forehead.
'What is this?' Daisy wondered. 'How can I hear her and feel everything but not really be awake?'
Simmons checked her pulse then sat down on the table in front of Daisy, "Daisy, I will be back, I believe you are in a semi-comatose state, which is why you are able to feel and hear everything. A person's hearing is the last sensory to shut off when someone is in a coma or dying. I have to get blood and an I.V. bag. I will be back and you will be okay. I promise." Simmons seemed to be talking to herself more than Daisy.
Daisy heard the door opened then gently close shut. Time seemed to be moving in slow motion. Daisy had no idea how much time had passed. She wanted to give up. This was her punishment, for Lincoln, for hurting Mack, for being so weak and letting Ward control her. She should just die. Nobody needs her anymore, nobody wanted her, and why would they? She was weak and disgusting… she deserved to die. Finally she heard the door open again and she wanted to sigh with relief. "Simmons." She tried to say. But she couldn't.
The person walked over to her, but when the person picked Daisy up, it wasn't Simmons.
