Danae: Vampire Slayer
Series One, Episode Five
Some Days Suck, or Danae and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day,
by Head Staff Writer RainTiger
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Some days suck.
It's just a fact of life. Every so often, people wake up one morning and things are just terrible. Horrible. Something happens that starts a series of events, one thing bringing about another and another.
This is just one of those days.
Danae slapped her alarm off, groaning. School should be illegal, she decided, or it should start at noon and end at one, and you get an hour long lunch break. Scrubbing her face, she opened her eyes very slowly against the light she knew would be there.
The first thing she noticed was that the blinds (temporary, until she could decorate her room) were closed. The second was the face looming above her, snarling and dripping.
Hollering, Danae instinctively lashed out, hitting the vampire woman square in the jaw. She fell back, and Danae rolled off her bed as quickly as she could, hitting the floor and ripping one of her sheets. Growling, the woman lunged at her again, fingers in claws and in game face. Danae rolled onto her back, kicking up with both legs and hitting her in the chest.
Jumping to her feet, Danae pursued the vampire. She grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards her to meet her fist. She hit her nose, and the vampire used her backward force to pull Danae down on top of her. Shoving her in the shoulder, the vampire climbed atop her, wasting no time in reaching down to bite her.
Holding her hands up to force the vampire's teeth away from her throat, Danae yelled loudly, "James! Stake!"
The vampire grabbed her neck, lifting her head, then slamming it back down against the floor. Stars danced in front of her eyes, both from lack of oxygen and pain.
Danae lifted her hands again and took the woman's head in her hands, twisting it. Her neck didn't break, but the vampire got off.
Danae's bedroom door opened, and a startled James threw her a stake. While the vampire still tried to get her bearings back, Danae brought the stake down hard.
The vampire exploded in dust and bone flakes, and Danae let her stake drop to the carpet. Danae climbed to her feet, putting a hand on the wall to prop herself up. James looked down at her with concern, leaning against the door frame. "Are you all right?"
"How did a vampire get in?" Danae asked, coughing.
"That looked like Amelie, one of my dance students," James said, "and that would mean she sort of has an invite. I guess that our house isn't very secure, considering it's also a public place."
"Fix it," Danae said, crossing to her dresser wearily.
"Do you want to train?" James asked, following her into the room.
"An emphatic no," she replied, opening a drawer, then turning. She held a pair of underwear in one hand. "Do you want to be in here when I change?"
"Sorry," he apologized, flushing.
"Good. I'm not in a voyeuristic mood." She turned back and heard him leave and shut the door.
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The heavy air spoke of cold rain, but Danae didn't mind the cold or rain. It had been sprinkling very lightly for the past fifteen minutes as she had strolled leisurely in the general direction of school along the main street, and she turned to the forest path shortcut. It was generally safer to stay on the main street, Danae knew, but she didn't think vampires at seven forty five in the morning would be a problem.
She didn't take into account the clouds.
Strolling along the path, Danae stuck her hands in her pockets and began to whistle. One attack in the morning wasn't necessarily an omen of a bad day -- it could just be a bad morning. Her mood began to lift.
Something shot out of the bushes, ramming her in the side. Danae fell against a tree, a few knocked-loose ants dropping into her hair. Ignoring them (for the moment), she winced, looking at what hit her.
A hideous male vampire sneered at her. "You slew my mate!" he cried with the characteristic lisp that vampires with their fangs down had. He jumped at her, and Danae kicked him in the face. He was even worse than the woman.
"Sorry," she apologized without meaning it. Taking a stake from her boot, Danae moved forward for the kill, only to be kicked in the shin. "Ow! That's really stupid, you know."
Danae stabbed him in the chest, and he dusted. Now concerned with the ants, she quickly ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get them out. "Ick," she said with a sigh. Picking her bookbag back up from where she had dropped it beneath the tree, she brushed at her hair again.
She arrived at school late, and with another addition to her already bad day, her dean swooped down on her immediately, dragging her off to his office. "Miss Gray," he said as he pulled her, and Danae wished she could stake him, "this is the thirty second time you've been late to school this year, and you've had twenty nine absences, twenty three tardies to class, and are failing four of your six classes. You don't seem to do your homework, or care about studying. What do you have to say about that?" He pushed her into a chair in front of his desk.
"You have a really good memory for statistics?" Danae asked weakly, hoping for a laugh. The balding man didn't even have the courtesy to chortle.
Mr. Hemmingway picked up the receiver on his phone, dialing what Danae recognized as their home phone number. "I don't think you need to call Ja-- er, Mr. Edwards. He's really busy, and he knows that I have--"
"James Edwards?" the dean barked into the phone. "This is the school dean, Mr. Hemmingway, and I have your ward in my office right now. Are you busy?"
"No, not at the moment," Danae could hear James say, and she rolled her eyes.
"Are you aware of the amount of time Miss Gray has missed?" he asked, then began shooting off the numbers. It was a splendid performance, and Danae could tell he enjoyed complaining.
"Yes, I am aware," James said impatiently. "Miss Gray is not used to public schooling, Mr. Hemmingway, and there are certain things that need to be cared for immediately. Her extracurricular schedule is quite filled, and she needs--"
"She wrote her extracurricular schedule as being fighting and dancing," the dean said, lifting a paper Danae had written in her English class earlier that year. "Fighting?"
"Not fighting in the usual sense. She means--"
"I don't care what she means. She's a trouble maker, and a disruption. This needs to be amended." Mr. Hemmingway paused, shuffling through his papers. "You are not her father, am I correct?"
"Yes," James said, a definite warning in his voice.
Uh-oh. Danae recognized the direction this conversation was going in. They had gotten this talk many times.
"If you don't care for Miss Gray better, I may have to recommend she is moved to a family where they will make sure her school attendance and performance is better." Danae winced. Her dean had said the worst thing he could possibly say.
Danae and James had lived together for over three years, nearly four. All sorts of things had been said about them -- from them being heretics to being sent by God, from demon slayers to demons themselves. James never minded, and neither did Danae. It was only when people started in on the relationship they had or questioning his guardianship that James took offense. Several churches had tried to take Danae ("the poor little child") from him, some saying he had kidnapped her or that he was some pedophile and had brainwashed her. Danae laughed at them, but James. well, he didn't appreciate it.
James had become very quiet, but when he spoke, it was with a very icy tone. "Danae is fine where she is. There is no possible way you could legally take her, and with all honesty, you could never physically take her, either. I will make sure she does better, but never. never. suggest that again." Danae was proud. He hadn't lost his temper.
Mr. Hemmingway swelled with anger, about to reply, but Danae heard James hang up. Almost instantly, her cell phone rang. Danae answered it. "We'll talk tonight, Danae, but ignore that bloated arse for now," James commanded her.
"Yes sir," Danae said, and couldn't help but smile as she turned off her phone.
The dean, feeling very put-off, lectured her for the rest of first period until the passing bell rang. Danae nodded, looking like she was interested, but really trying to come up with new fighting tactics. When he finally excused her, she stood and headed for second period.
Her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Danae, it's me. I hate to draw you away from classes, but the studio -- I'm under attack." He sounded incredibly annoyed.
"How many and what?"
"About a half dozen vampires."
"Coming," she said, putting her cell back in her backpack and turning -- running into Anthony. "Sorry," Danae apologized, trying to move past him.
"Where's the fire?" Anthony joked.
"Um, I have to go," Danae said, breaking free guiltily.
Anthony turned to Gabi. "She doesn't know I exist," she heard him tell his friend as she ran.
If she hadn't been so worried about James and the studio, Danae would have gone back and asked him out. Unfortunately, she had a job to do. Running at top speed, Danae passed the now-empty Rain's Jewelry, appropriately named as the heavy weather fell in freezing sheets. Cold rain was one thing, this icy downpour was another entirely. Wrapping her jacket around her better, she skidded around the corner.
The front windows of the studio were shattered, door off its hinges and on the ground uselessly. Danae went through the frame and was instantly attacked by the third vampire that day.
Grabbing the door jamb, Danae lifted herself and kicked it soundly in the chess, wood-healed shoes dusting the vampire. She jumped forward, bending to dodge another blow, then throwing a vamp into a wall, breaking a lamp. Another struck her in the temple, making her fall back against the first. A shard of the bulb from the lamp sliced her side, and the first shoved her into the arms of the second.
Danae felt fangs on her throat, and dropped to the floor. She blindly threw her stake backward, and judging by the sound, dusted one. The remaining vamp kicked her in the sliced side, but Danae had enough room to kick up --
The vampire reeled back, then exploded. Danae lay still for a moment, gasping. She had landed on her cross, and she could already feel a bruise coming.
A shattering sound told her there was still fighting upstairs, so Danae climbed to her feet and staggered up the stairs. In their kitchen, James was holding up a cross in the corner. A vampire with a mass of gold hair advanced on him.
Weary, Danae took her own cross from her jacket and threw it long-end first. It sank into the demon's back.
Once it had fallen, Danae collapsed in a kitchen chair. James sank to the floor at her feet, hand on his forehead. "I'm tired," Danae said simply, pressing a hand on her side wound to stem the flow of blood.
"Just a moment," James said, "and I'll get the bandages."
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Danae patiently held her shirt up so James could wrap her torso. He first cleaned her sliced side gently (it only hurt like Hell), then wrapped her neatly. She lowered her shirt again, leaning back against the couch. James gathered his supplies, rising and taking them back to the closet. Danae sighed, propping her feet on the coffee table.
"What are we going to do about the school situation?" Danae asked.
James began clattering about in the kitchen, preparing dinner. "I'll try and make sure you get there on time more often, but when you have a fight, you have a fight."
Danae smiled. "Hey, you want me to put plastic over the windows downstairs?"
"Sure. And if you wouldn't mind propping the door back up.?"
Danae stood carefully, walking downstairs and retrieving thick plastic (so sad they had that in great demand), then putting it expertly on the place where the windows had been. She lifted the door, resting it on its hinges. By the time she was done, James was calling, "Dinner!"
Going back up, she sat down. James set a plate of spaghetti in front of her, then sat across from her. "I'll get the glass replaced tomorrow," he promised, spearing a meatball. Danae twirled spaghetti around her fork, then raised it to her mouth --
WHAM!
The large windows shattered, raining glass on their table. Dana dove under the table, James meeting her under there and instinctively protected her, folding over her. The table above shuddered, taking the weight of a heavy demon.
Danae winced from the pain in her side, but it was somewhat dulled by James' comforting pressure on her back. The demon roared. "Slayer!" it screeched, like bones rattling on rock. "Slayer!"
"Run, James," Danae whispered. "Get me a weapon."
"The sword's in the corner, and I'm not going anywhere," he said stubbornly.
"Fine," she said, pulling out from under him.
"Slayer!"
Danae rolled, going to the corner near the fridge. She yanked a plain katana out, standing. The demon was ugly and lizard-like, but then, weren't most? "What?" Danae asked.
"Slayer," it said satisfactorily, jumping off the table. Danae wasn't in a fighting mood, and swung the sword a little, preparing to kill it.
"Its heart's in its stomach!" James called.
Nodding, Danae moved forward. Apparently, it wasn't in much of a fighting mood either, and immediately grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and flung her against the wall, opening a gash on her forehead. It threw her to the floor, then took a fistful of hair and pulled her up. Danae shoved with her sword, embedding it in the shoulder. Screeching, it moved enough for her to stand. Flipping forward, she kicked it twice in the stomach. The screech grew worse, and in its agony, fumbled for her blindly.
It managed to grab her left arm, and instinctively threw her. Her upper arm snapped, bending backwards oddly. Crying out, Danae switched hands and ran forward one last time.
The sword planted in its stomach, and with a great gush of blood, dissolved into nothing. Danae's face scrunched up, taking deep breaths and holding her arm in place. She counted slowly to ten, concentrating, and the pain (which she was quite used to) stopped bothering her quite as much. James scrambled out from under the table, taking her arm and moving it slightly to see if it was broken.
"Yes, it's broken, James!" Danae said.
"Do you want to go to the hospital.?"
"Me? Go to the hospital? Right!" She looked around at the shattered windows, and blinked rapidly, trying to keep the blood from her forehead out of her eyes. "My cuts'll be gone when I wake up, and my arm'll be back to normal in a couple days."
"Let me wrap it, at least," he said. Taking out the medical supplies -- again -- he expertly wrapped and made sure her arm wouldn't move. Preparing a sling, he absently asked, "Would you like to patrol tonight?"
Danae stood still, shocked for a moment that he'd suggest that. Did he know what her day had been like? Turning, she walked away and fell into bed without changing.
Some days just plain suck.
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Some days suck.
It's just a fact of life. Every so often, people wake up one morning and things are just terrible. Horrible. Something happens that starts a series of events, one thing bringing about another and another.
This is just one of those days.
Danae slapped her alarm off, groaning. School should be illegal, she decided, or it should start at noon and end at one, and you get an hour long lunch break. Scrubbing her face, she opened her eyes very slowly against the light she knew would be there.
The first thing she noticed was that the blinds (temporary, until she could decorate her room) were closed. The second was the face looming above her, snarling and dripping.
Hollering, Danae instinctively lashed out, hitting the vampire woman square in the jaw. She fell back, and Danae rolled off her bed as quickly as she could, hitting the floor and ripping one of her sheets. Growling, the woman lunged at her again, fingers in claws and in game face. Danae rolled onto her back, kicking up with both legs and hitting her in the chest.
Jumping to her feet, Danae pursued the vampire. She grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards her to meet her fist. She hit her nose, and the vampire used her backward force to pull Danae down on top of her. Shoving her in the shoulder, the vampire climbed atop her, wasting no time in reaching down to bite her.
Holding her hands up to force the vampire's teeth away from her throat, Danae yelled loudly, "James! Stake!"
The vampire grabbed her neck, lifting her head, then slamming it back down against the floor. Stars danced in front of her eyes, both from lack of oxygen and pain.
Danae lifted her hands again and took the woman's head in her hands, twisting it. Her neck didn't break, but the vampire got off.
Danae's bedroom door opened, and a startled James threw her a stake. While the vampire still tried to get her bearings back, Danae brought the stake down hard.
The vampire exploded in dust and bone flakes, and Danae let her stake drop to the carpet. Danae climbed to her feet, putting a hand on the wall to prop herself up. James looked down at her with concern, leaning against the door frame. "Are you all right?"
"How did a vampire get in?" Danae asked, coughing.
"That looked like Amelie, one of my dance students," James said, "and that would mean she sort of has an invite. I guess that our house isn't very secure, considering it's also a public place."
"Fix it," Danae said, crossing to her dresser wearily.
"Do you want to train?" James asked, following her into the room.
"An emphatic no," she replied, opening a drawer, then turning. She held a pair of underwear in one hand. "Do you want to be in here when I change?"
"Sorry," he apologized, flushing.
"Good. I'm not in a voyeuristic mood." She turned back and heard him leave and shut the door.
---
The heavy air spoke of cold rain, but Danae didn't mind the cold or rain. It had been sprinkling very lightly for the past fifteen minutes as she had strolled leisurely in the general direction of school along the main street, and she turned to the forest path shortcut. It was generally safer to stay on the main street, Danae knew, but she didn't think vampires at seven forty five in the morning would be a problem.
She didn't take into account the clouds.
Strolling along the path, Danae stuck her hands in her pockets and began to whistle. One attack in the morning wasn't necessarily an omen of a bad day -- it could just be a bad morning. Her mood began to lift.
Something shot out of the bushes, ramming her in the side. Danae fell against a tree, a few knocked-loose ants dropping into her hair. Ignoring them (for the moment), she winced, looking at what hit her.
A hideous male vampire sneered at her. "You slew my mate!" he cried with the characteristic lisp that vampires with their fangs down had. He jumped at her, and Danae kicked him in the face. He was even worse than the woman.
"Sorry," she apologized without meaning it. Taking a stake from her boot, Danae moved forward for the kill, only to be kicked in the shin. "Ow! That's really stupid, you know."
Danae stabbed him in the chest, and he dusted. Now concerned with the ants, she quickly ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get them out. "Ick," she said with a sigh. Picking her bookbag back up from where she had dropped it beneath the tree, she brushed at her hair again.
She arrived at school late, and with another addition to her already bad day, her dean swooped down on her immediately, dragging her off to his office. "Miss Gray," he said as he pulled her, and Danae wished she could stake him, "this is the thirty second time you've been late to school this year, and you've had twenty nine absences, twenty three tardies to class, and are failing four of your six classes. You don't seem to do your homework, or care about studying. What do you have to say about that?" He pushed her into a chair in front of his desk.
"You have a really good memory for statistics?" Danae asked weakly, hoping for a laugh. The balding man didn't even have the courtesy to chortle.
Mr. Hemmingway picked up the receiver on his phone, dialing what Danae recognized as their home phone number. "I don't think you need to call Ja-- er, Mr. Edwards. He's really busy, and he knows that I have--"
"James Edwards?" the dean barked into the phone. "This is the school dean, Mr. Hemmingway, and I have your ward in my office right now. Are you busy?"
"No, not at the moment," Danae could hear James say, and she rolled her eyes.
"Are you aware of the amount of time Miss Gray has missed?" he asked, then began shooting off the numbers. It was a splendid performance, and Danae could tell he enjoyed complaining.
"Yes, I am aware," James said impatiently. "Miss Gray is not used to public schooling, Mr. Hemmingway, and there are certain things that need to be cared for immediately. Her extracurricular schedule is quite filled, and she needs--"
"She wrote her extracurricular schedule as being fighting and dancing," the dean said, lifting a paper Danae had written in her English class earlier that year. "Fighting?"
"Not fighting in the usual sense. She means--"
"I don't care what she means. She's a trouble maker, and a disruption. This needs to be amended." Mr. Hemmingway paused, shuffling through his papers. "You are not her father, am I correct?"
"Yes," James said, a definite warning in his voice.
Uh-oh. Danae recognized the direction this conversation was going in. They had gotten this talk many times.
"If you don't care for Miss Gray better, I may have to recommend she is moved to a family where they will make sure her school attendance and performance is better." Danae winced. Her dean had said the worst thing he could possibly say.
Danae and James had lived together for over three years, nearly four. All sorts of things had been said about them -- from them being heretics to being sent by God, from demon slayers to demons themselves. James never minded, and neither did Danae. It was only when people started in on the relationship they had or questioning his guardianship that James took offense. Several churches had tried to take Danae ("the poor little child") from him, some saying he had kidnapped her or that he was some pedophile and had brainwashed her. Danae laughed at them, but James. well, he didn't appreciate it.
James had become very quiet, but when he spoke, it was with a very icy tone. "Danae is fine where she is. There is no possible way you could legally take her, and with all honesty, you could never physically take her, either. I will make sure she does better, but never. never. suggest that again." Danae was proud. He hadn't lost his temper.
Mr. Hemmingway swelled with anger, about to reply, but Danae heard James hang up. Almost instantly, her cell phone rang. Danae answered it. "We'll talk tonight, Danae, but ignore that bloated arse for now," James commanded her.
"Yes sir," Danae said, and couldn't help but smile as she turned off her phone.
The dean, feeling very put-off, lectured her for the rest of first period until the passing bell rang. Danae nodded, looking like she was interested, but really trying to come up with new fighting tactics. When he finally excused her, she stood and headed for second period.
Her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Danae, it's me. I hate to draw you away from classes, but the studio -- I'm under attack." He sounded incredibly annoyed.
"How many and what?"
"About a half dozen vampires."
"Coming," she said, putting her cell back in her backpack and turning -- running into Anthony. "Sorry," Danae apologized, trying to move past him.
"Where's the fire?" Anthony joked.
"Um, I have to go," Danae said, breaking free guiltily.
Anthony turned to Gabi. "She doesn't know I exist," she heard him tell his friend as she ran.
If she hadn't been so worried about James and the studio, Danae would have gone back and asked him out. Unfortunately, she had a job to do. Running at top speed, Danae passed the now-empty Rain's Jewelry, appropriately named as the heavy weather fell in freezing sheets. Cold rain was one thing, this icy downpour was another entirely. Wrapping her jacket around her better, she skidded around the corner.
The front windows of the studio were shattered, door off its hinges and on the ground uselessly. Danae went through the frame and was instantly attacked by the third vampire that day.
Grabbing the door jamb, Danae lifted herself and kicked it soundly in the chess, wood-healed shoes dusting the vampire. She jumped forward, bending to dodge another blow, then throwing a vamp into a wall, breaking a lamp. Another struck her in the temple, making her fall back against the first. A shard of the bulb from the lamp sliced her side, and the first shoved her into the arms of the second.
Danae felt fangs on her throat, and dropped to the floor. She blindly threw her stake backward, and judging by the sound, dusted one. The remaining vamp kicked her in the sliced side, but Danae had enough room to kick up --
The vampire reeled back, then exploded. Danae lay still for a moment, gasping. She had landed on her cross, and she could already feel a bruise coming.
A shattering sound told her there was still fighting upstairs, so Danae climbed to her feet and staggered up the stairs. In their kitchen, James was holding up a cross in the corner. A vampire with a mass of gold hair advanced on him.
Weary, Danae took her own cross from her jacket and threw it long-end first. It sank into the demon's back.
Once it had fallen, Danae collapsed in a kitchen chair. James sank to the floor at her feet, hand on his forehead. "I'm tired," Danae said simply, pressing a hand on her side wound to stem the flow of blood.
"Just a moment," James said, "and I'll get the bandages."
---
Danae patiently held her shirt up so James could wrap her torso. He first cleaned her sliced side gently (it only hurt like Hell), then wrapped her neatly. She lowered her shirt again, leaning back against the couch. James gathered his supplies, rising and taking them back to the closet. Danae sighed, propping her feet on the coffee table.
"What are we going to do about the school situation?" Danae asked.
James began clattering about in the kitchen, preparing dinner. "I'll try and make sure you get there on time more often, but when you have a fight, you have a fight."
Danae smiled. "Hey, you want me to put plastic over the windows downstairs?"
"Sure. And if you wouldn't mind propping the door back up.?"
Danae stood carefully, walking downstairs and retrieving thick plastic (so sad they had that in great demand), then putting it expertly on the place where the windows had been. She lifted the door, resting it on its hinges. By the time she was done, James was calling, "Dinner!"
Going back up, she sat down. James set a plate of spaghetti in front of her, then sat across from her. "I'll get the glass replaced tomorrow," he promised, spearing a meatball. Danae twirled spaghetti around her fork, then raised it to her mouth --
WHAM!
The large windows shattered, raining glass on their table. Dana dove under the table, James meeting her under there and instinctively protected her, folding over her. The table above shuddered, taking the weight of a heavy demon.
Danae winced from the pain in her side, but it was somewhat dulled by James' comforting pressure on her back. The demon roared. "Slayer!" it screeched, like bones rattling on rock. "Slayer!"
"Run, James," Danae whispered. "Get me a weapon."
"The sword's in the corner, and I'm not going anywhere," he said stubbornly.
"Fine," she said, pulling out from under him.
"Slayer!"
Danae rolled, going to the corner near the fridge. She yanked a plain katana out, standing. The demon was ugly and lizard-like, but then, weren't most? "What?" Danae asked.
"Slayer," it said satisfactorily, jumping off the table. Danae wasn't in a fighting mood, and swung the sword a little, preparing to kill it.
"Its heart's in its stomach!" James called.
Nodding, Danae moved forward. Apparently, it wasn't in much of a fighting mood either, and immediately grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and flung her against the wall, opening a gash on her forehead. It threw her to the floor, then took a fistful of hair and pulled her up. Danae shoved with her sword, embedding it in the shoulder. Screeching, it moved enough for her to stand. Flipping forward, she kicked it twice in the stomach. The screech grew worse, and in its agony, fumbled for her blindly.
It managed to grab her left arm, and instinctively threw her. Her upper arm snapped, bending backwards oddly. Crying out, Danae switched hands and ran forward one last time.
The sword planted in its stomach, and with a great gush of blood, dissolved into nothing. Danae's face scrunched up, taking deep breaths and holding her arm in place. She counted slowly to ten, concentrating, and the pain (which she was quite used to) stopped bothering her quite as much. James scrambled out from under the table, taking her arm and moving it slightly to see if it was broken.
"Yes, it's broken, James!" Danae said.
"Do you want to go to the hospital.?"
"Me? Go to the hospital? Right!" She looked around at the shattered windows, and blinked rapidly, trying to keep the blood from her forehead out of her eyes. "My cuts'll be gone when I wake up, and my arm'll be back to normal in a couple days."
"Let me wrap it, at least," he said. Taking out the medical supplies -- again -- he expertly wrapped and made sure her arm wouldn't move. Preparing a sling, he absently asked, "Would you like to patrol tonight?"
Danae stood still, shocked for a moment that he'd suggest that. Did he know what her day had been like? Turning, she walked away and fell into bed without changing.
Some days just plain suck.