Victoria did most of the talking. She explained what she was doing and what Daisy would be doing and how she was going to present her case. She was going to petition for Daisy's case to be held in family court instead of juvenile court. She explained they would present extenuating circumstances about Daisy's past, her foster family's abuse and that any crimes she was charged with were non-violent. Daisy agreed to tell the court about Mark Wilson and how he hurt her and why she left her foster home. Daisy continued to listen, or at least tried to, but the legal parts were really over her head, and she got bored rather quick. Instead, she figured that this lady knew what she was doing and yeah, family court sounded much better than juvenile or adult court. Maybe she'd actually get away with only probation at a group home or something. They lady was now explaining how all the money she stole had been or was being returned and that helped Daisy's case because her 'victims' were no longer missing anything.
Daisy's attention wandered and she did notice that the couple still in the room stayed where they were and didn't move. Not even to get up and stretch, to get a drink, or use the bathroom. Weird. They talked quietly and still looked over at her a lot. Especially the woman.
"So one thing yet you do have to do is give the FBI technician access to your computer. So he can check for group activity, cyber -terrorism and make sure you don't have any other ongoing crimes in play. You can do that, right?"
When there was no response from Daisy, Bobbi nudged her.
"Huh?"
"Your computer. They haven't been able to get into anything on it. You need to give them your passwords and encryption codes."
"Oh yeah. Okay. I will."
"Good. Then I guess that's it. I will be there when they take you to court for arraignment and petition the judge to move your case to family court. It's just a matter of all the paperwork getting done. Then the judge will decide where you stay until the family court date."
"Oh. Some facility I guess, right?"
"We'll see. I'll work on that next and have a plan."
"Okay."
"Well I have other clients to see today. Bobbi will keep in touch with your status and I'll see you at court."
"Yeah. Thanks." Daisy offered her hand which Victoria shook.
"I'll stay in touch." Victoria then turned to Bobbi. "You'll let me know when the police take her for arraignment. I'll be around the courthouse most of the day."
Bobbi nodded. "I will."
Victoria left and Bobbi turned to Daisy. "Well let's head back to your room. I know the doctor wants to take another blood test, and Dr. Simmons will most likely be there."
"So why am I talking to the shrink again?"
"Protocol."
Daisy smirked. "In other words, you guys make this shit up as you go along, don't you?"
"Just move. Back to your room." She motioned for Daisy to start walking.
"How fast can you run anyway?"
"Faster than you."
"Like Wonder Woman? You have that amazon look going on."
"Let's go kid. I'm watching you."
"Yeah seems like you aren't the only one." Daisy looked back at the couple who had now gotten up and their eyes seemed to follow her every move. "Seriously? Should I be worried?"
"They don't look threatening to me. You're fine Daisy. If I were you, I'd be more worried about facing the woman whose wallet you stole." '
"Shit." Daisy stopped in front of her room door. She looked at Bobbi. "Think she'll be mad?"
Bobbi shook her head. "No. A bit disappointed with you maybe."
"Yeah people usually are." She swung open the door and moved into the room, with Bobbi following.
Daisy sat on the edge of the bed as the technician took blood. Dr. Simmons had not been in the room when they got back but a nurse and tech had arrived soon after. The tech to take the blood and the nurse to take her vital signs. It was nearly two in the afternoon and Bobbi had called down for them to bring Daisy her lunch. Bobbi had ordered something too. The tech finished and as she was leaving, lunch arrived.
"So eat up. Dr. Simmons texted me that she will be here in about twenty minutes."
Daisy nodded and pulled the tray over to the bed and started eating. Bobbi sat on the chair and did the same.
"I love mac n cheese. This is pretty good." Daisy spoke with a mouthful of the food.
Bobbi nodded, swallowed and said, "my brother makes 'to die for' mac n cheese. It's so good."
"Cool. I'll eat most anything. You learn how to, you know. But when you get good stuff, it's great."
Bobbi stopped eating and watched the girl shove the food in quickly. Almost like she was afraid someone might take it away. She watched as Daisy finished off the mac n cheese, two rolls, a side of green beans, a muffin, and a banana with two cartons of chocolate milk. This was twice today that the girl didn't leave any food on the tray, and she had also had a bag of chips and a candy bar. Daisy finished the last of her chocolate milk and put the carton down and pushed the cart away.
"You were pretty hungry huh?"
Daisy looked over at her. "Yeah. It was good. Maybe my luck will keep up and I can get a burger and fries for dinner. Oh and a milkshake. Love those things."
The door opened and Dr. Simmons came into the room. She nodded at Bobbi and greeted Daisy, "hello Daisy."
Daisy looked over at the woman and then looked down.
Jemma continued talking cheerfully. "Thank you, Daisy for telling Bobbi where you discarded my wallet. Everything was retrieved securely. She also returned fifty dollars that you stole."
"It was more than that. I'm sorry." Daisy managed to mumble.
"Yes. It was. I'll expect a refund of the remaining thirty-six dollars at some point."
"Yeah."
"Good. Now that's settled. So we have a lot to discuss. Daisy do you think you can tell me about your parents?"
"Why?"
"We are all just trying to understand your past."
"Don't forget Daisy, that Dr. Simmons will be submitting a report to the court and may be asked to testify," Bobbi added.
"They died when I was nine. In a car crash."
"Yes. And you were injured. A broken leg, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay but before that. What can you tell me about them?"
"I don't know what you want me to say."
"Okay how about this. Were they good parents? Did you like them?"
"Yeah sure. Why wouldn't I have?"
"So you were happy? Had a good childhood?"
"I guess. I don't remember too much. It fades you know?"
"Yes I do know. But what about a significant memory. Anything specific. Can you talk about that?"
"I dunno. A lot's a blur. Like I remember we used to go sledding and ice skating in the winter I didn't so either of those things after. My mom was pretty quiet, I guess. She liked to read. She helped my dad at his office when I was in school, but she always picked me up from school. The other kids rode the bus, but my mom took me to school and picked me up. I remember thinking that was weird cause we lived so far from the school."
"Did you have other family?"
"Nah. It was just me and them."
"What about close friends they had? Do you remember anyone?
"Not really. I don't know."
"What about the holidays. Did you have family over. Close friends?"
"Just us."
"So no family would visit over any holiday?"
"Nope."
"Okay so tell me about your father. What was he like?"
"He worked a lot. He was a doctor."
"And your mother? What was she like?"
"She was home mostly. I don't know. She was just a mom I guess."
"Did you live in the same house when you were a kid?"
"In Naperville yeah."
"You lived somewhere else?"
"China. Till I was four, I think. I guess that's where mom's family was. Why we didn't see them when we moved over here, I guess."
"You remember being in China?"
"A little. Why is this gonna help my case. I don't understand."
"We – um- we just want to know what kind of people your parents – Cal and Jiaying were." Bobbi was trying to choose her words carefully.
"Ah okay. But they're dead. They were normal people. I mean I would think you'd be more interested in Mark and why I ran away."
"We are. And we will need to talk to you about him and his wife and what happened. But for now, there is something else you need to know. Something we have to talk about with you." Jemma gave her a reassuring smile. "Officer Morse said you were brought here because at the station you had a bad panic attack. Can you tell me how often you get them?"
Daisy shrugged. "Not that much. Not anymore."
"But you used to get them a lot?"
"I guess. For a while. After the accident. And later sometimes."
"Were you on any medications?"
"Sometimes. I hated them though. I had to see this one shrink for about a year. When I was twelve. She taught me coping techniques. They usually work now."
"Meds for anxiety and depression?"
"Yeah. That one doctor said I had ADHD too."
"They give you meds for that too Daisy?"
"Yeah."
"Are you taking anything now? Or are you supposed to be?"
"Depends who you ask. Compliant doped up kids are easy to handle."
"Daisy. I need to know if you are currently taking anything."
"Nope. Don't want to either.
"What were you taking. Previously."
"It was when I was younger. Made me tired and sleepy. Not myself. I hated it."
"Medication is not always the answer. But I really should know what you were prescribed in the past."
"Prozac. Adderall. Zoloft. Ritalin. Wellbutrin. Diazepam."
"When was the last time you took any of them?"
"When I was with the Camerons. Before that at the group home. When I was...um... around twelve I think."
"Three years ago. Nothing since?
Daisy nodded. "They wanted me to. Some of the fosters. I wouldn't take them."
"Why not?"
"Who cares. I just didn't want to. I told you I learned stuff to do. With that one Shrink I saw, only one who ever did anything to help. That panic attack I had, when that big guy slammed his fist, I was just tired. I over-reacted."
"There has to be a reason you dislike medication."
Bobbi interjected, "Yeah you didn't like the side effects of the meds the EMT gave you. That's what you told me."
"Did your mom or dad take a lot of meds Daisy?"
"Yeah. How'd you know that."
"You know the names of the meds you were prescribed very well. As a kid. You also don't like taking any. It is reasonable to assume you knew someone who possibly abused drugs."
Daisy laughed. "I lived in a lot of foster homes. Believe me I've seen enough wasted, strung out people. But yeah, my mom was doped up a lot. Dad gave her whatever she wanted, I guess. Being a doctor and all. I didn't want to be like that."
"And your dad. Did he take a lot of medication too?"
"No. Look if you think I was stealing money for drugs – I wasn't. I don't do drugs. I saw too much crap from people who do. I saw how people can become monsters with that shit. I wanted the money to start over. To find a new place, a safe place to just be me. I was gonna use the money to get a place, live there, get my GED, maybe take a couple computer classes at a local college. I suck at most school stuff, but I'm damn good with computers."
"With a fake ID. Which by the way are very good fake ID's. I was impressed." Bobbi gave her a smile. "But you're still only fifteen. You would have had to continue to steal or you would have ended up hurt or worse.
"I can take care of myself."
"The point is of course that you don't have to." Bobbi was obviously getting annoyed now.
"Right. So much better to live with people who use me as a punching bag." Daisy sighed. "Look I told you where to find her wallet, I said I'd open my computer for that guy to search it. I haven't really hurt anyone. I'm cooperating now."
"Because it's now in your best interest to do so. When you thought you still had a chance to play us, you did."
Jemma spoke up. "I know being in the system has made you jaded Daisy. You feel like you have to play along with everyone, like it's a game."
"You know nothing about it. Look at you. All shiny and prim and proper. It's not a game. You can quit games. You get to forgive me stealing from you cause it's the compassionate thing to do. People like you – you just – forget it – you couldn't possibly understand. Can't you just take me to court or whatever so I can stop being analyzed."
"The reason she's asking you about your panic attacks, meds and your past is because we have something that we need to discuss with you Daisy. Something that has nothing to do with your arrest or with court. We were trying to ease you into it, and check to see how well you could handle it. I wanted to do this better than I did with – well I wanted to do this right, but I'm guessing there is no right way, no safe way and no easy way. It's just something we need to do. All that other stuff we've tried to get you to talk about, we can revisit that later hopefully."
Daisy leaned back on the bed and crossed her arms. "What? Am I gonna have to go to adult court after all?"
"No Daisy it's nothing like that."
"Cripes. Am I dying? All those tests and blood work you had them do. Makes sense. That's why you were being so nice today, isn't it?"
"No Daisy." Bobbi laughed. "I know it's not funny cause now you are worried, but I promise it's not your health, and no you are not dying."
"In fact, Daisy, it is a good thing. At least we are hoping you see it that way," Jemma said kindly.
"Okay so spill."
Jemma and Bobbi looked at each other. Bobbi spoke first. "I thought you'd be better at this than me."
Jemma answered her. "Why? You seem to have a good rapport with Daisy. I think she likes you."
"Um hello. Someone tell me what the hell is going on."
"I'll start. You can chime in when you want." Jemma finally spoke up. She looked at Daisy. "Some very important information has come to light concerning your past. Before I go any further, I want you to know this has all been verified and confirmed. So what we're going to tell you is all true. It's not a joke, not a lie, and you need to know we are trying to not let you be shocked too much by the news."
Bobbi spoke up. "Thirteen years ago, a couple, living in a town called Shiloh, in southern Illinois, had their child kidnapped from their home. The child was a girl, she was biracial – half Chinese and half Caucasian and she was eighteen months old. She had brown eyes and brown hair and a wine-colored birthmark on the inside of her left arm above her wrist." Bobbi stopped speaking and gauged the girl's reaction.
Daisy did nothing and said nothing for a very long time.
"Daisy do you understand what Bobbi said? What it means?"
After another few minutes, Daisy finally nodded. She reached to the sleeve of her hoodie on her left arm and pulled it up. Turning her arm around, with her right fingers she traced over the heart shaped birthmark. "I'm that girl, aren't I?" Her voice was barely able to be heard.
"Yes. You are. Daisy, you need time to just process this, there is no hurry, okay? Ask any questions you have. We'll give you more information too, but right now let's just focus on this one thing, okay? Do you want me to help with your coping mechanisms? I can try to do that if you feel yourself slipping into panic."
Daisy brought her knees up and rested her head on them while wrapping her arms around them as well. "I'm okay."
"Good. It's okay too if you're not. Not being okay is okay Daisy."
Daisy whisperer, "Okay." After a couple seconds she added. "What was her name?"
Bobbi looked at Jemma who nodded. She answered, "Skye."
At that answer, Daisy gave them a small smile. Part of her felt numb and the other part was a swirl of emotions. She noticed she had begun to rock back and forth and stopped herself, closed her eyes and took a couple deep breaths. She felt the bed sink as someone sat down on the edge of it next to her.
"You can hold my hand Daisy if you want. I can help you focus if you need me to. Let me know how I can help." Jemma spoke very softly.
Daisy nodded still with her eyes closed. "This is a game-changer huh?"
Bobbi snorted at the understatement of her comment.
Jemma smiled. "You can ask us anything or we can just continue with more information. Or we can just do nothing right now. You get to decide how we proceed, okay?"
"Whoooo... I was all worried I was in huge trouble or something." Daisy opened her eyes and looked at Jemma. "So Skye. Skye what?"
Jemma nodded at Bobbi. "She needs the whole truth."
Bobbi moved to stand closer to the bed. "Skye Qiaolian May Coulson is your full name on record. On your birth certificate.
"So Coulson. Probably means he's not the Chinese part, huh." Wait. "Daisy's eyes opened, and you could almost see her brain connecting the dots. "No way." She turned quickly to look at Bobbi. "No way."
"Yeah."
Daisy kept shaking her head. "I- he- Philip Coulson. He's – he's..."
"He is."
"That's – that's – holy crap – that's ridiculous. I mean how – no way..." Daisy's eyes were huge as she stuttered. Then she giggled. A small giggle at first which moved to a full belly laugh. After a few moments she gasped out loud, "I stole twelve thousand dollars from my birth father I never knew I even had? What the hell is my life?"
Bobbi tried to not laugh but failed. Jemma kept watching Daisy for a sign of a panic attack or hysteria, but the girl only seemed genuinely amused.
Daisy continued to chuckle until it hit her just exactly what that meant. Holy shit, she had a birth father out there who was real, flesh and blood and all that and what if he knew about her – what if he wanted - wanted to- did she want to - want to meet him? Would he want to meet her? Did he know she was the one who stole from him? Was he nice? Would he even like her?
"Yeah he would like you Daisy."
"Huh? Did I say that out loud?"
"Actually, yeah you said a few things out loud."
"Oh."
"Yes he knows who you are. He knows you are the one who stole the money from him. Yes, he very much wants to meet you."
"Really? You've talked to him. About me? About this?"
"Daisy I need to tell you something. Something else." Bobbi moved to the bed and Jemma got up and moved to sit in the chair, leaving the spot she was in, open for Bobbi to sit. "Phillip Coulson – um – I know him. I know him pretty well."
"Whoa. Is that why you were so pissed off at me earlier. Wait. You didn't know who I was this whole time, did you?"
"No, absolutely not. I just, well we just all found out for sure today. This morning. I suspected it last night."
"Oh okay. Cool."
"Daisy, Phil is um – he's my brother. Well technically half-brother, we had the same father by blood. Different mothers. I actually just met him pretty recently, in the last five years or so, cause neither of us knew about each other. Till recently. I mean we're still really close. He's my family and I love him a lot and he's the one I meant who makes the best mac n cheese and he's super nice and just a ..."
"Bobbi." Jemma interrupted her rambling. She nodded to Daisy.
Bobbi focused on Daisy whose eyes were huge and disbelieving. Then her face turned in to recognition as she realized exactly what that meant.
"You're my – my – my aunt? We're actually related?"
Bobbi's nervousness showed as she pressed her lips together and clasped her hands together and pulled on them. "Yeah. You're my niece. Nice to meet you."
Daisy snickered. "That's so freaking weird, right?"
Bobbi nodded. "Right? Like you arrest someone, they sass at you, and next thing you know you're their cool aunt."
"I'm not sure I'd go as far as to say 'cool'."
"Daisy. Are you really okay?" Jemma was worried at how easily the girl seemed to be rolling with the punches.
"About her being my aunt?"
"About all of this."
"I don't know. I'm just taking it all in, ya know?"
"Yes, well there is a lot more to take in. I want to show you something. Is that okay?"
"What is it?" She took the offered pieces of paper from her.
"The original report of one Skye Coulson's kidnapping. We want you to understand what happened, and how we know the girl who was taken is you."
Daisy started reading the report. "January 12th, 2006. Eighteen- months- old. Birthday July 2, 2004. Parents, Phillip Jacob and Melinda May Coulson. Dark brown hair, Dark brown eyes. Biracial, Caucasian and Chinese. Address 1265 Helfrich Lane, Shiloh, Illinois. Child was taken from home between six and eight pm on Thursday, January 12, 2006. Parents were not home: father was at Scott Airforce Base working and mother was on Air Force special op mission. Present in home at the time of the abduction were Andrea Gibson and Mark Forster. Both were deceased when the father found them. No fingerprints. No forensic evidence was found. No witnesses. No ransom demand was made. Missing child report made. FBI notified. Case was investigated for two months. No leads. Case went cold. Case unsolved."
Daisy stopped reading and looked pensive. "Who were Andrea Gibson and Mark Forster?
"Andrea Gibson was your babysitter. A college student. Mark Forster was her boyfriend."
"Someone killed them to kidnap me?"
Jemma smiled. That was the first reference that Daisy had equated herself as the child. She spoke up, "yes unfortunately they were murdered by the same person who kidnapped you."
Daisy dropped the paper and clenched her hands. Her breathing was becoming ragged. "Was – was that my father – my – did he..."
Bobbi reached over and put her hand on Daisy's arm. "We don't know who took you Daisy. Cal and Jiaying could have gone to the black market."
"They bought me?"
"Daisy we are not sure how you ended up with them."
"So they are either murderers or they bought their kid knowing she was kidnapped?"
"Daisy. Try to stay calm. I know this is difficult."
"Oh my god, they aren't my parents? Everything was a lie. They lied about everything to everyone. They -they – that's – how do people do that? How could they do that? Why would they..." Daisy wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes again. "This is so messed up."
"Yes, it is. And your reaction is exactly how anyone would react. You are going to feel all kinds of emotions and that's okay. You can be scared, angry, upset, and feel off, as though nothing makes sense anymore. Just know, it will get better. And if you want us to stop and you need more time to process everything, just say so." Jemma wanted to make sure Daisy knew she was in control of this conversation.
"Does – does he want to see me?" Daisy opened her eyes and looked at Bobbi.
"Phil? Oh yes. Very much so."
"Even after what I did?"
"Of course. Daisy you're his daughter."
"What about her?"
"Who?"
Daisy picked up the paper she had dropped. "Melinda May Coulson. Is she alive?"
"She's here too."
"Does she want to see me? Wait. She's here? Right now? In the hospital. Is he here too? "
"Yes Daisy. I thought you understood that. They'd both really like to meet you."
"Today?"
"Well sure today, they have..."
Jemma interrupted. "If you want to Daisy. You will make that choice. No one will force you to see anyone. It's up to you."
Daisy said nothing and Jemma continued. "Do you want to see them?"
"I don't know. It's all very confusing."
"Yes. You can take your time."
Daisy turned once more to Bobbi. "Are they nice? You think they'll like me? What if they see me and I'm a huge disappointment? What if I don't – if I can't – I..."
"Hey. Daisy it'll be okay. Look at me. Like Dr. Simmons said. Your call. You are in charge here right now. You don't have to do anything you are not comfortable with. You don't have to do anything at all right now."
"They're really here? Now?"
"Daisy they've been here. I am pretty sure no one will be able to drag them away under any circumstances. They also understand how difficult this is for you and are trying vey hard to be patient and not come crashing through that door to see you."
Jemma spoke up saying, "you have to keep in mind Daisy, this is all very new to them as well. Yesterday they had no idea you were their child, that you were even alive. They are very emotional and very out of place as well. Right now, I have a colleague who is with your...with Melinda May. They are talking. A couple of good friends of Phil Coulson have come here to talk with him and support him. But they and everyone else agrees, that no one is going to do anything that you do not want to do."
Daisy was quiet absorbing that information. After a while she turned to Bobbi. "Do I – I -do I look like them?"
Bobbi smiled. "Yeah. I see it. At least with Phil. Of course, I've known him longer and only just met Melinda. But yeah, I see a resemblance."
"I've known Melinda for a couple years now. We both work in the same building at the FBI office. She actually knows my fiancé better. She's kind of mothers him a bit. Makes sure he eats lunch and stuff. He could work anywhere really in the building and chooses to work in her area. He really likes her a lot. By the way, he's the computer expert who can't crack your laptop."
"She works for the FBI?"
"Yeah in administration."
Daisy pondered those comments and then seemed to remember something important. She then turned back to Bobbi. "That couple – the one out there in the waiting room – they – they kept staring at me – like – like they – like I was – were – were they..."
Bobbi nodded. "They begged me to just let them see you. Officer Rodriguez wasn't there for you, she was there to make sure neither approached you. In fact, Melinda was ready to fight all of us to see you."
"Well I don't really think she was thinking straight at the time. Pretty sure she was just upset," Jemma added
Daisy barely heard them as she was trying to picture the couple in her head. Trying to remember their faces. The woman was kind of tiny, and very beautiful. She was staring at her nearly constantly till the man had engaged her in conversation. Their hushed voices and furtive looks at her while talking made total sense now. The man had blue eyes, and a kind face. He had a bit of a receding hairline and his hair was brown. He seemed older than the woman. A teacher. He was a teacher and she was in the FBI. Oh wait, Daisy thought. Didn't that report say they were both in the Army or something. She picked up the report again and read it. No, the Air Force. They were both in the Air Force when their kid was taken.
Bobbi and Jemma shared a look when daisy stayed quiet for so long.
Bobbi tapped Daisy on the arm. Hey, you want a soda or something? I'm gonna go grab one."
Daisy looked up at her. "Yeah sure." She went back to reading the report over and over.
"Dr, Simmons would you like a soda or water."
"Yes. Water sounds great."
"Okay. I'll be right back."
"Bobbi." Daisy looked up. "Are they out there. Are you going to talk to them?
"No not right now. Not till you tell me it's okay to talk to them."
"It's okay. I'll see them. But not here. Not in the hospital room. Can we..."
"We can certainly take you to where they are Daisy. Would you rather see them together or one at a time?" Jemma spoke to her.
"Both at once I guess."
"So how about I get the soda, we sit here for a bit and chill, then Jemma can go prep them to meet you. Would that work?"
Daisy nodded.
"Okay then. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Daisy, do you have any questions for me before I go?"
"What- what do I say? To them I mean?"
"Whatever you want. There are no rules to this Daisy. If you don't want them to touch you, make that clear. They may want to. But you are allowed to set your boundaries. They will respect that even thought their first instinct will be to hug you. They have been told to ask you before they do anything though. But I'm going to tell you, emotions will be high, and sometimes people may not do the rational thing when they are highly emotional. Also, do you want to be alone with them or do you want someone to stay in the room? "
"I don't know."
Bobbi returned and handed Daisy a Mountain Dew and Jemma a water. She herself had a Mountain Dew.
"Thank you, Bobbi. We were just discussing whether Daisy wanted someone with her in the room or wanted to be alone with Phil and Melinda."
"Maybe Dr. Simmons and I can go with you and if you decide you'd rather be alone with them, we can leave then."
"Yeah." Daisy took a drink from the soda can.
"Okay. I'm going to go talk to everyone and set up a room. I'll send someone for you both in a few minutes." Jemma walked out the door.
Bobbi sat back down on the bed.
"This is really weird."
"Yeah I know. I do hope you see it as a good thing too."
"Well I gained an aunt. Not a cool one mind you, but hey we can't all be as awesome as me. "
"Smartass. See if I buy you tickets to the latest dope concert now."
"Hmmm...I take that back, actually you could be that chill aunt. You have that kind of vibe. Totally lit."
"Ah now you see the light, eh?"
"Whatever works."
Bobbi gave her a small smile but was thinking how sad it was that Daisy's comment was so true for her. She likely lived with that 'whatever works' mentality because she knew no other to survive. Well, Bobbi thought, that's gonna change if she has anything to say about it. She vowed to make sure Daisy would not need to merely survive any longer but would live a wonderful life full of joy and love and being wanted.
Elena entered the room after knocking. "Dr, Simmons sent me to get you. She said to come into the counselor room, that's where everyone is going to meet."
Bobbi nodded at her and dismissed her with a wave. She looked over at Daisy. "You ready kid?"
Daisy finished her soda, jumped up, and gave Bobbi a smirk. "Nope. But let's do this anyway."
