Daisy was getting herself ready to leave, despite the very stern warning to stay put. The concussion and other injuries from the aftermath of Pleasant Hill were pretty apparent as she blinked hard and turned towards the noise from the other side of the makeshift infirmary. “For the last time, I don’t care what Hill says. I’m not staying and I’m not going to get a psych eval either. I’m fine.” Okay, so maybe that was an understatement. But she wasn’t ready to unpack having to watch her father get restrained and sent to the Raft quite yet.
Before she was a spider, Jessica had been knocked out by a pan thrown by her best friend. There had been a lot of adrenaline, but she had still gone to the infirmary to get it checked out and have official confirmation that she was human and normal ( for her ) again. “Mhm.” She hummed. “Before a week ago, I probably would have cared a lot more. Right now I’m a little more concerned with my traumatized boyfriend than your act of rebellion. If only you had spoken up against S.H.I.E.L.D. just a little earlier.”