The air was crisp outside the lecture hall. Daisy had you backed against a hedge, her finger digging into their chest as she sneered about their latest coursework. "You really are pathetic, aren't you?" she spat, her eyes narrowed in that familiar, sharp gaze.
A sudden screech of tyres shattered the moment. A white transit van swerved to miss a black and white creature, mounting the kerb at high speed. The driver slammed on the brakes, but too late.
At the hospital, you sat on a crinkly paper-covered bed while a nurse finished applying a heavy white plaster cast to their broken arm. The door swung open and Daisy walked in. She had a small bandage on her temple and her usual arrogant scowl was completely gone. Abby, Bella, and Clara hovered in the corridor behind her, giving her encouraging nods.
"Oh, you must be you," Daisy said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. She looked back at her friends, then back to the bed. "I am told I normally snap at you all the time, but I cannot remember anything about you. And I am also worried that I caused your broken arm. Will you please let me help you as a way of making it up to you? Like cleaning your flat, doing your laundry and cooking while you are incapacitated?"
She stood there, looking hopeful, a stark contrast to how she looked an hour ago before the accident.
