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She can't move.
She tries to understand where she is. But the last thing she remembers is going to sleep in her bunk in the Lighthouse.
And now she can't move.
She looks around.
There is something familiar about the room. She's been there before but she just can't remember it.
She feels a weird sensation around her wrists. They are tied, she realizes with horror starting to rise.
"...potentially paralyzing Daisy..." She hears Jemma's shaking voice.
"Let's hope that doesn't happen." She hears Fitz's cold voice.
Pain covers her body from head to the toe as she tries to stop the scream that tries to leave her throat.
She jolts awake with her heart drumming against her chest rapidly. She presses a hand against it as if she can slow it down.
Once again, same freaking dream.
The room is dark but she can feel the vibrations of Jemma, sleeping next to her.
She's used to it by now. Ever since the day they buried him, Jemma has been sleeping next to her.
Even though she keeps repeating Fitz is somewhere out there, frozen and sleeping, she doesn't seem to be able to stop mourning.
It makes sense, she thinks. Her husband had died, Jemma is doing better than most, probably.
Jemma's husband died. That's how Daisy refers to what happened.
She can't get herself to admit it was Fitz whose body Mack brought to the Lighthouse with tears on his cheeks.
Fitz who would try to cheer her up when she was upset.
Fitz who didn't turn his back to her when he found out she was an inhuman.
Fitz who kept secrets to protect her.
Fitz who felt betrayed when she left because he cared about her.
No, there is no part of her that can believe he died.
Frozen in space sounds good.
She slowly stands up, trying her best to not wake Jemma up. She takes her phone from the underside of her pillow and walks out of her bunk as quiet as possible.
She closes the door after her and walks towards the kitchen, checking her phone to see if there are any messages from May.
Anyday now, a voice in her brain reminds her.
She takes a deep breathe with the sight of no messages from May and closes her eyes for a few seconds to calm herself down.
There is no one out there, which is a surprise even though it's 3 a.m. S.H.I.E.L.D. is a place full of traumatized people so she is sure there are several agents in the building who is awake and unable to sleep. But it's a good thing that none of them are there to see her with her pajamas and disheveled hair.
The closer she gets to the kitchen though, she starts to sense a different vibration from there. So, she is not the only one who decided to have a late night tour.
When she turns on the kitchen light with a yawn, her eyes meet the familiar brown ones of her fellow inhuman friend.
Except her eyes don't look so familiar with the red veins and glowing tears.
Her feet move before she can comprehend the situation and she finds herself next to Yo-Yo with a worried look. "Are you alright?"
She winces at the stupidity of the question. But she doesn't know what else she can ask.
Things between her and Yo-Yo have been... strained.
Sure, Yo-Yo hugged her and held her hand and stood close to her during the funeral they had for Fitz but other than that, they have been back to their respectful distance.
Daisy likes to think of herself as a forgiving person. But some words keep echoing in his mind. Like we didn't pick you. Like Coulson is gone because of you.
But at that moment, none of them matter to her.
"I'm fine." Yo-Yo answers with a non-convincing voice.
"Yeah, sure, and I'm the Destroyer of Worlds," Daisy answers with a smirk, hoping to lighten up the mood.
To her relief, Yo-Yo chuckles at her words but the tears on her face keep rolling.
"It hurts," her voice is so low, Daisy isn't sure if she's heard right.
"Do you want me to get Simmons? Or Mack?" Daisy asks with a worried frown on her face.
Yo-Yo shakes her head quickly.
Daisy nods before pulling a chair to sit next to her. "Well, can you tell me what hurts then?
Yo-Yo is silent for a while, which makes Daisy think she is disturbing her and should leave but then Yo-Yo raises her head. "My arms," she says with a shaky voice.
Daisy freezes as understanding settles.
"I know," Yo-Yo mutters as she buries her face to her metal hands. "I know they aren't there but I just-" she chokes on a sob.
Daisy has known Yo-Yo for a while now.
And she has seen her in different states. She has seen her happy and angry, drunk and serious, focused and chipper. But, she realizes, she has never seen her broken.
She stands up with a newly-found determination and walks out of the kitchen with quick steps.
Yo-Yo stares after her with a confused face as something sharp twists in her chest. She deserved that, she thinks as her lower lip quivers.
But after a few minutes, sounds of footsteps reach her ears and she looks at Daisy with a disbelieving look in her eyes.
But the younger woman doesn't seem to care about her stare and walks towards her with her arms full of stuff Yo-Yo can't acknowledge.
Daisy drops them on the table before settling on the chair she pulled before.
She takes a bar of chocolate from the table and breaks it to half before reaching one of them to her.
Yo-Yo takes the chocolate with hesitation and confusion in her movements. But it's white chocolate with cookie chips so she is not about to protest anytime soon.
Daisy reaches to the table once again to take a heating pad and something gel like, to Yo-Yo's surprise.
Yo-Yo notices the way Daisy is staring at her right arm and she realizes what she is asking silently.
Having a prosthetic is still quite new to her and she is not sure how she feels about letting someone else touch it.
But if there is something that can make her feel better, Yo-Yo is willing to try.
She bites her lip as she takes her right prosthetic off nervously.
She places the metal arm on the kitchen table with her hands slowly shaking.
She shivers at the feeling of Daisy's hand. She feels her soft hands, covered with gel moving tenderly on her skin.
And-
¡Dios mio! It's working.
"It's called phantom limb pain," she hears Daisy explain as her hands keep moving. "The brain sometimes sends signals like it's still there."
"My brain is estúpido," Yo-Yo mutters but Daisy's massage seems to lessen her pain.
"Yeah, mine too." Daisy says with a chuckle.
Yo-Yo smiles at her as she takes a bite from her chocolate she is holding in her left hand. She can still feel the pain, the ache on her left arm but her right one is starting to feel better.
"Did you know this was my favorite?" She asks breaking the silence after a few minutes. She has no problems with silence but she doesn't want Daisy to think she is ungrateful or whatever.
Daisy shakes her head as a smile grows on her face. "Nah, but it's my comfort chocolate so it seemed appropriate." She shrugs.
Yo-Yo smiles at the new knowledge.
The silence is comfortable, Yo-Yo would say. It shouldn't be so weird, they haven't been in bad terms all the times. Daisy was the first inhuman she became friends with. She was kind and trusting and friendly. But all the things that happened with the Framework and the end of the damn future and fighting over her leaving Mack in the Framework and Coulson not leaving her in the dystopian future... well, Yo-Yo can't blame Daisy for not trying harder to get along with her these last days.
Daisy leans away from her and stands up before pulling another chair to sit on the other side of her.
Yo-Yo nods at her, when she realizes Daisy is expecting her approval, silently telling her she can take off her other prosthetic.
"How did you know what to do?" She asks as Daisy starts massaging her left arm.
"One of the foster families I lived with had a son a few years older than me," Daisy starts telling her. "He had lost one of his legs in an accident. He would cry most nights in pain. So his mother would go to his room to massage his leg and put heating pad and everything."
She stops to get some more gel to her hands.
"But some nights she wouldn't wake up. So I would go to his room to help him as best as I could."
Yo-Yo smiles at her as she keeps massaging. "It's a good thing that he had you to help him. Who knew Quake had healing powers too?"
Daisy's hands freeze in their places for a few seconds before she keeps on. "Well, this whole thing wasn't for a long time, you know. I never stayed somewhere long. And I wasn't much of a help anyway. I would tell him stupid stories to make him forget his pain."
"Chica," Yo-Yo talks with a confident voice that no longer shakes. "It's a good thing that he had you there."
Their eyes meet and they share a soft smile as silence settles in the kitchen.