“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” + daisyelena
When Elena wakes, her surroundings aren’t familiar- she sits upright in a flash before crying out in pain, searing heat flaring from her gut. Her hand grips the bed rail as she cringes, eyes squeezing shut.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Elena, you’re okay,” the voice that speaks is soothing and familiar, and it takes her a moment before she realizes it’s Daisy. Her shoulders relaxed, tension easing, and she lets Daisy help her back down until her head hits the pillow, and she exhales shakily.
“Where am I?” she asks, her voice hoarse; Daisy grabs the water from the bedside table, and helps her take a sip, the cool liquid a balm against the rough skin of her throat.
“SHIELD med bay,” the brunette tells her, eyes side. “You reopened your stitches- May brought you back here when she saw all the blood.”
“It is like a knife,” Elena says, wincing, and Daisy’s hands fluttered over her abdomen, wanting to help but not wanting to harm.
“Should I get a doctor? Do you need pain meds?” she asked, and Elena shook her head, exhaling slowly until the pain subsided.
“They make me fuzzy,” she answers, before reaching for one of Daisy’s hands and lacing their fingers together. “I am glad you are here, Daisy.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Daisy murmured, fingers tightening around Elena’s, raising her hand until she could rest her cheek against it. “I’m right here.”