Anna Daisy McGrane
Cato was angry. She knew that he had been upset, but she hadn't realized that his feelings were anger. Daisy hated watching him boil up like this, especially since she was the cause of it. Most of the time she felt no regret for her wild antics and attempts to prove that she was going to live a full life. But right now, with Cato trying not to explode in front go everyone, she felt a pinch of regret. However, it wasn't regret that she had done and harmed herself, but it was regret that it had upset Cato.
He was harsh in his words to crowd outside her door, but he still maintained a professional facade as he told them to scram. She nodded her head at him as he came back to take the mask off of her face. It was her very simple way of thanking him. In fact it was common thank you from Daisy. Often times whenever she really wanted to thank someone she was too out of breath to form the words and so she gave them a nod. She obviously wasn't out of breath, but she was out of words. I wasn't before too long that she was back on her game though.
Once the crowd dissolved Cato started at her. Daisy was fully aware that this was not a full blown tirade, but this little bit was just enough to get her ticking. She stared at him with deep intent as he kept going. She heard every word he said, though not all of it sunk it. She knew that they were tired of her, she knew that. It was only a matter of time before they would hire someone to sit in with her in the night. Yes, they were tired of Daisy continually pushing herself too far, but she was tired of being controlled by a disease that prevented her from living life to the fullest.
When Cato was finished she wanted to fight back, but she knew if she were to get too excited her chest would tighten and they'd be back to the beginning. A single hand pushed her hair back out of her face. Daisy didn't believe in being selfish, but she was going to take this one moment.
"I'm dying, Cato."
She left out a huff of air before continuing, "And all I get to do about it is sit in my room and watch reruns of The Simpsons. I want to live, and I want to live well. And right now, proving that I can go farther than the doctor says feels a like living."
This was unusually sentimental of Daisy, but she felt like if maybe Cato understood why she did it some stress would be relieved. Yes, it often times seemed like Daisy was just trying to throw her life away, but there was much more to the reason behind her trouble.