i'll take care of you.
“ s’okay, ” daisy says, dumping a mix of fancy salts and shit into a bottle of water to help make up for how dehydrated and wore the fuck out she feels. because it’s fine, it really is— she’s sort of done with the gross bits, she thinks, she’s just mostly exhausted from not sleeping all night.
“ just gonna, like— ” she pauses, caps the bottle, shakes it up a bit. and then that goes under her arm, and she collects a bag of crackers, too. “ shower the gross off, hibernate. maybe put on a shitty horror movie. you don’t have to babysit, eggs. ”














