Deals with Daisy // LN4

57 ~ Empty Words

Lando's POV

The hospital was rough. Daisy had an almost God like level of determination and stubbornness combined and to everyone but hers surprise, she was ready to be discharged after just two nights stay. I think I was the most surprised as I sat next to her and proceeded to grill Dr Limler on why she thought it was a good idea to discharge Daisy when she only seemed to be getting shakier and weaker as the days went on. I didn't particularly trust her words but I didn't have a say, as Daisy made abundantly clear - or tried to.

"Lando, stop. It's not up to you! I'm going home, I'll get better there," she says glaring at me for holding Dr Limler up. "Sicily is a great place to be. There's good food, space, peace and quiet and I can recover im my own home at my pace."

"No. If you're leaving this hospital then you're coming home with me. If you insist on being an idiot when you clearly still need help, you need to stay with me. And before you try it, your mum needs to go back to work so there is no way you're going to Sicily. No arguing with me on this," I threaten Daisy standing at the foot of her bed, looking to her mum for help. I'm relieved that she seems to nod in agreement as I cross my arms and look to Limler for more support.

"I can clear you to leave against my best sense but I will not give you a pass to travel anywhere else. Especially because you agreed to a minimum of two visits a day for the next two weeks," she reminds Daisy who just glares at us all. Her arms are also crossed but I'm pretty sure it's to hide her shaking hands. They're not actually shaking out of anger because despite her constant arguing, she looks more tired than anything else. As though she doesn't want to fight. She lies back in the hospital bed, exhausted after passing Limler's sitting test and sighs, waving her hands in surrender although her words remain argumentative as though purposefully used to get under my skin.

"Fucking fine, get me out of here before I kill myself with my IV line," she threatens us back. I can't help when the corners of my lips drop at the return of her sass because it seems we're all in agreement as Limler nods and leaves the room with her mum in tow to fill out the paperwork. "Happy now?" She asks and I roll my eyes at her.

Over the last two days I was seeing what Luke had meant before the intervention. Daisy was up and down. One moment I could see her as I knew her and the next moment she was mean and incredibly adept at getting me to storm out of rooms. Her coming home was likely to be more of a punishment for me than anything else at this point being how she was a raging bitch most of the time. It was the pain, not her I had to remind myself. A mantra that I had repeated about forty times an hour over the last two days.

"Yes, overjoyed. I love spending the two weeks before a triple header helping my suicidal, ex addict of an agent get better and detox after a car wreck that she caused. Much better than focusing on my title fighting season, or enjoying my legendary race win or negotiating my next contract. No, no - perfectly right. I'm freaking delighted Daisy!" I bite back and watch a flash of hurt cross her face at me snapping at her. There's silence as we look at each other in a stalemate, tensions high as we were both miserably tired from the events that had occurred. I couldn't believe it was freaking Tuesday.

"I'm not suicidal," is the only bit she refuses. I have to chuckle at the hurt behind her words before I continue to move around the room and tidy some of my stuff up now that I knew I was leaving. There were so many bouquets of flowers that I could feel my hayfever kicking in but it did help me pretend that we weren't in a hospital room so it wasn't all bad. Despite only being here a couple of days, there was a lot of clutter, in particular there was also a lot of my stuff in her room as I'd not really left her side except to shower, relying on others to bring me food which meant I now needed to tidy. "You're angry at me?" She asks and I feel a little dumbfounded at how obvious the answer is to the question, mystified as to why she's asking it.