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Anna Daisy McGrane

"I plan on living the rest of my life."

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a character in “Home is Where the Heart Monitors Are”, as played by supertoastgirl

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Anna Daisy McGrane
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Name: Perfers to be called Daisy
Occupation: Patient at Marion Hospital with Cystic Fibrosis
Age: 22

Personality: Daisy has always been a daring little bugger. Ever since she was a child she craved attention and adventure. She was the kid that always escaped the hospital at night, the one who played pranks on the doctors and lead the rebellious pillow fights. Since childhood not much has changed, she is still full of wild energy and finds the fun in everything around her. The world is her play ground. And though she may not be able to climb it long before having to catch her breath, she loves the rush. She is most often sarcastic and care free in the way that she deals with her illness and others. Sometimes she comes off a little offensive and careless about the sensitive subjects that come up in Wing B, but I assure you that is never the case. She has a blossoming heart and tries to make sure that everyone is happy and well. And although she has the rambunctious attitude of a wild child, she has learned to be very mellow and down to earth. The hospital and her cystic fibrosis has defiantly grounded her a little bit. She is in constant ebb and flow of being bright, bubbly and full of sporadic energy, and being understanding and calm. At this point in her life she feels a bit cheated, but has no intention of wasting away in a hospital.




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Likes:
+ Dressing up
+ Comedy
+ Red lipstick
+ When she doesn't have to live in the hospital
+ Reading
+ School
+ Mud facials
+ Bubble baths

Dislikes:
- Hospital gowns
- Needles (regardless of how many times she's faced them)
- Ignorance
- Being hit on
- Anyone fussing over her, especially her parents




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Background: Anna Daisy McGrane was the first and only daughter born to Edward and Samantha McGrane. She was the oldest, and often the times the center of attention because she was sick. Her two younger brothers, just a couple years her juniors, always felt the need to protect her and often let the family revolve around her when she needed it. Unlike a lot of second and third children in these types of families, her brothers were understanding and supportive. Though they sometimes felt useless, they never felt cheated of love or affection. Daisy's parents were always good that way. They were ordinary people who had the misfortune of a very sick child, and they took care of her with grace and patience.

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As a child Daisy was never known for her spunky personality or her outrageous jokes. At least to the students at the local schools she was known as the sick girl. She didn't make many friends in school because she was so irregular in her attendance. Most of her friends are the kids she had grown up with in the hospital. But with determination Daisy got her GED and went on to pursue a degree in film at the local college.

In the beginning of her adulthood her parents often dotted over their dear Daisy. After all, it was scary to let their daughter out into the world, especially their daughter who could very easily drown in her sleep. Eventually, with realizing that Daisy was very independent and knew herself well enough to admit herself into the hospital, they let live her life without a phone call a day.

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As of right now she's no longer in enrolled in classes, but it's one of her dearest wishes and dreams to film and edit movies. Daisy plans on being one of the greatest female directors of the 21st century. Her dreams are big and she has the will power to achieve them, she just know if she has the time. Barely finishing college and they say she has only 5 years left. On top of being a great director she wants to find love, have a house, and most importantly have a child.

Her dreams are so spread thin that she fears she'll never be able to achieve them all, yet alone any of them. She constantly struggles with being excited about life and realizing how little time she has to live it.

Currently, Daisy is out of remission and has found herself back in Marion Hospital, in the same room, with the same neighbors. Perhaps something good will come of it.

So begins...

Anna Daisy McGrane's Story

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It was morning, though Daisy wasn’t quite sure what time it was. She had been up all night trying to make herself better. She had this suborn way of thinking that if she could just push herself far enough something would click. Something magic happen in her body and then she would simply just work.

It was always frustrating living only as far and as fast as she could breath. She had the lungs of a woman who was seventy, and she was only twenty-two. Due to her last relapse about two months ago, she was nearly bedridden. Daisy was ordered only to move as far as the bathroom, and to walk without any haste. She could lounge in her bedroom, have a nurse wheel her to another room when she no only needed oxygen, but she was absolutely forbidden from walking farther than 20 feet or so.

Daisy understood the consequences of not following the doctor’s orders, but she just couldn’t help herself. Every time they said any kind of shouldn’t or cannot, she had the urge to prove them wrong. This was all part of her stubborn thinking patterns. She felt like if she could prove the doctors wrong, some kind of miracle would happen and she would be able to finish her life. These kinds of thoughts were almost obsessively in her mind. She just wanted to get better. She just wanted to win.

Her father often described her disease as a constant battle when she was a little girl. And like the father he is, he turned his little against her disease. Since then she’s always had the attitude that she was going to win. Cystic Fibrosis wasn’t going to control her entire life. Winning meant achieving her goals in life, becoming a recognized film director and a mother and wife.

And this morning was one of Daisy’s outrageous attempts to win.

In the wee hours of the morning Daisy woke up. It was still dark outside, and she could tell that most of the doctors were at home on call, rather than bopping around the hospital halls. Being such a regular patient meant that she had learned when the hospital was at its lowest point in population. That time was this time, too early for the early birds.

Daisy was wearing a white tank top, a pair of grey yoga pants and her lucky pair of dark green silk slippers. Being in Wing B meant that you were often times allowed to wear your own clothes, as long as they were accessible for the pocking and prodding of everyday life. With as much gumption as she could manage, Daisy lifted herself from her bed and slowly made her way to the door. Once at the door she looked both ways and gripped one of the rods that lined the hospital hallways.

Once the coast was clear she walked. She walked slowly, but continued to steady herself as she gain momentum. With a smile on her face she was almost walking at a normal speed. She walked past Nick’s room, then past Charlie’s. As she past about four more rooms she could feel her chest tighten, but pushed herself even farther. She just wanted to make it to the end of the hall where the on call rooms for the doctors were and back. As the pressure intensified in her chest, the more she pushed herself. Too stubborn to acknowledge that she was suffocating herself, Daisy began to cough.

She had just nearly reached the on call rooms when she could no longer control her breathing. Still in the hallway was unoccupied as her cough took over her entire body. The hacks began to dig at her throat and lungs as she cried out “God damn it!” Daisy kicked the wall before she began sinking to the floor unable to catch her cough. Her eyes began to sting with embarrassment and pain, small dips of water stained her cheeks.

At this point she wasn’t sure if anyone had woken up, and it was her job to find someone to fix her. The infection in her lungs burned as her crumpled body continued to cough, and as if on cue she began coughing up blood. A moment of dizziness pressed against her head, but she moved forward. Daisy dragged herself to the on call room, hoping that someone was at least asleep in there.

Now the front of her covered in a mixture of blood and mucus from her infection she scratched against the on call room. It was in these moments, and only in these moments that Daisy would admit that she was stupid for disobeying the doctors orders.






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Marco was at home. For the first time in two weeks, he was asleep in his own bed. Usually he was the doctor that slept in the on call room. He was so devoted to his career and his patients that he didn’t want to go home. I suppose things would be different if he had a girlfriend or a wife or children. But he was a very single, very talented doctor that often times opted to stay at the hospital.

He was addicted to being a doctor. He loved solving the puzzle, having the time crunch, and saving lives. There was nothing quite like it. He would spend hours not only treating patients but also researching and finding that best solution to their problem. Whether it be surgery, medicine, or fluids, he knew what he was doing.

People were often surprised that he settled at Marion, he was destined to pursue great things at big name places like Harvard or Mayo. But he decided to stay here, why? No one’s quite sure yet.

Marco was naturally an early bird, and once the sun began to come up his eyes were wide open. He wasn’t scheduled to come into the hospital until later afternoon so he set a whole morning routine for himself. First he started off with a jog around the park that was just down the street from his house. After he took a long, hot shower and dressed himself in clothes that were comfortable and lazy. While at home there was no need for him to look like a doctor, and so he wore a pair of plaid pajama pants and a black tee shirt.

Though he had the itch to get back to the hospital he sat in the morning sunlight, read the latest medical journal, drank black coffee and ate a bowl of cereal.

As he sat he thought about the Medicine of Marion Gala that was coming up. It was a big fund raiser that recognized the most promising and accomplished doctors of Marion Hospital. All of the staff was expected to attend, and it was of the utmost importance. Everyone wore tuxedoes and long expensive dresses. Marco was notified that he had won some kind of award. There was nothing hard or intimating about the party beside that fact that Marco, and everyone else who worked in the hospital needed to find a date.

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Sleep was normally boring. Sure it's essential to survive or something along those lines but Nick found that being awake was much more satisfying to the human spirit. Besides, if he's only got so much more time to live then why waste any of it on sleep? No, Nick would rather spend his time awake and active.

So as most nights, Nick found himself awake at an ungodly time, sitting on the floor at the foot of the couch in his room. He blindly reached for the near empty coffee pot on the small table at the end of the couch to fill his mug for the umpteenth time that night. He was too preoccupied in trying to figure out the little project in front of him. Nick managed to find an old laptop, which had less to do with finding and more to do with stealing. But it was in a storage room so it wasn't like any one in the hospital was using it. And if they were they probably didn't want it back at this point.

Currently he was surrounded by a plethora of parts from the laptop, hunching over so he could properly see the particular part of the hard drive that he was toying with. He tried his best to work carefully, but he couldn't seem to maintain a steady hand. Nick pulled back as his hand shook, dropping the tool to the ground and looking down to his hand. It wasn't a new occurrence, it had been happening for a few years now, after a while of working his hands would just shake and he'd have to stop whatever he was doing until the shaking stopped. A lot of his earlier doctors warned him about that, how he might not be able to control himself with such ease as the tumor grew. It scared him terribly, he just wanted to work on his little projects, but he couldn't very well do that if he couldn't hold his hand still.

As he thought about all the horrendous possibilities of his disease that all seemed to lead to him never being able to build and probably being dead in general, he found the always present dull ache in his head grow ever so slowly. Nick just had to walk away from the scattered pieces of the laptop that once was, standing and holding his head as he stepped over the pieces and walked to his bathroom. He splashed his face with cold water, hoping that waking himself up a little might help with the ache.

It really didn't but he did feel cold now. With a small sigh he walked over to the small hook where his mother often left him clothes to wear. She was constantly going on about needing him to be 'in-style' and how a nice outfit might help him feel better. And while she wasn't wrong, Nick found that he often opted for the simple t-shirts and jeans his father would bring him rather than the dressier fashions his mom picked out. He considered the more fashionable clothing for a moment, counting the days in his head since his parent's last visit, and seeing as they wouldn't come again until a few more days, thought it might be better to hold off on the clothes his mother picked out and put them on when she visited. For now he just pulled on a plain white t-shirt and some blue jeans, opting for bare feet rather than his slippers or sneakers as the cool floor made him feel a little better.

Nick jolted a little as he heard someone curse in the hallway. It was a little faint, but at this time of day a little strange to hear. He would have assumed that it was a friend or family member of a patient hearing some unfortunate news, which actually worried him more, this was the wing of soon-to-be-dead people after all. He peeked his head out into the hallway, blinking a little as he could have sworn he saw a figure, though his vision blurred out for a second. Nick rubbed his eyes a little and sure enough, there was Daisy, coughing and scratching against a door. Panic overtook Nick, and Nick wasn't good with panic.

He knew he had to act so he started to walk over, his legs moving automatically though he was a little dis-coordinated. Nick could feel a lump in his throat as he saw the blood down the front of Daisy's shirt, trying to swallow it down. When Nick was young his teachers told him he had the potential to be a doctor but instead Nick choose a career that didn't really involve much humans at all, for this very reason. Blood was something that generally had to say inside your body and he disliked seeing it outside of a body. Nick knelt down next to Daisy, calling out, "Hey! Help, Patient Down!" He pounded on the call room door with a shaky fist. As he looked back down to Daisy he attempted to give a reassuring smile but all he could muster was a grimace as he tried to avoid looking at the blood, "It'll be alright." Okay Nick already knew that his words obviously weren't of much reassurance but he wasn't trained for this situation. "Anyone coming?" He bellowed out into the hallway, trying to steady his lightly trembling hands on his legs.

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It was very early morning, ridiculously early, and Dolly wasn’t sure why she had been woken up so early until she heard the scratching on the on call room door. Groaning, she sat up and swung her legs out of bed as the scratching turned into pounding.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” She grumbled, yanking the door open.

The sight that greeted her was one for sore eyes. Her grouchiness vanishing instantly, Dolly crouched down next to Nick and Daisy as the later lay on the floor, covered in blood and coughing.

“What on Earth have you been doing Daisy?” She joked, noticing Nick looked very uncomfortable in the current situation. Gently, she helped sit Daisy up in a better position, and patted her back as she waited for the coughing to calm down a little.

Once Daisy was breathing a little easier, Dolly helped her get up. “I’m going to help you back to your room, then I will call your attending physician, okay?”

They began the slow journey back to Daisy’s room, then Dolly quickly called the attending physician. She hoped he would come soon, because Daisy really wasn’t looking too good.




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It wasn’t unusual for Charlie to struggle to get to sleep. Bad dreams and nightmares laced her mind when she finally drifted into a slumber, and sometimes it was very difficult for anything to wake her out of them.

This was the case right now. Although there were shouts from out in the hallway, Charlie wasn’t waking up. Part of her brain wanted to come to consciousness, to find out what was going on and see if she could help, but the rest of it was adamant that she should stay locked in her nightmare. She was coming out of a deep REM sleep, her body still but sweaty, small whimpers emerging from her mouth.

The shouts came again as the REM sleep finally released her, and her body was free to move around. She shifted a little in the sweat soaked sheets, still whimpering, her bad dream not quite finished.

It was when, and only when she was about to die in her dream that she woke up. Gasping, Charlie bolted upright, grabbing the wet sheets and letting out a small sob as her brain fought to catch up with the rest of her. After a few seconds of blind panic, Charlie realised it was just a dream, and settled back down, but the bed was extremely uncomfortable now that it was soaked through. The bad dreams were getting worse and more frequent as the weeks passed by, and Charlie was constantly soaking the bed with her unusual amount of sweat that was common in leukemia patients. This, coupled with the fact that the nightmares haunted her mind for a while, made it hard for her to ever go back to sleep once she had woken up.

Deciding that there was no way she could get back to sleep now, Charlie gingerly got up and shuffled towards her door, hoping to find someone that could change her sheets, or at least give her something else to lie on top of. Sticking her head out into the corridor, she saw the back of Dolly retreating into Daisy's room, and wondered what was going on. Slowly, she began to make her way down to Daisy's room, hoping that Dolly would do something about her sweat soaked bed and that there was nothing the matter with her best friend.

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Double shifts today. These were not the most exciting three words, but neither were they the rarest. He had seen triple shifts from his four years at Marion Hospital, more specifically during the times he worked to help earn his sister's matriculation fees. He was particularly insistent on helping, and his [immediate] family grew increasingly worried that he may not be living the life he should be at his age, or as they described it, 'peak of his prime' and 'the summit of his adult years'.

He thought he was doing fairly fine at that point. He was a registered nurse at 21, he had gotten a job at a relatively new hospital, he had an apartment of his own, and he could still afford to eat and pay the bills. He had argued with her about wanting to contribute to something better for her and something that could make her happy, not daring to mention what she had done to herself before he got to nursing school and the effect it had on their mother. Of course, he had to relent some time. It took some convincing on his sister's and his parents' part for him to slow down, and was only further relaxed when she had decided to become a freelance graphic designer on the side. Despite everything, she seemed to love and genuinely enjoy what she was doing, but he understood how tiring it could all get at the end of the day. There was only so much mental energy one person could sustain within a given period of time. Consequently, Cato took it upon himself to call or video call every now and then to check up on her. Now was one of those times.

However, he could not stay on long, needing to walk the few blocks to the hospital, and so disconnected from the call and checked if everything was in order before he locked his apartment.

It was Nance and Marion, two older RNs, who had informed him that Daisy McGrane made yet another daring escape from her room a few minutes before, despite Dr. Reeves's particular orders not to engage in any form of physical task that exhausted her lung capability. Word spread fast amongst the nurses of Ward B, and the latter, ever the type to chat with you until your jaws dropped off, engaged in conversation with him while they were in the locker rooms.

"Dolly managed to get her back to her room," Marion went on as she put on her scrubs, "but she called Dr. Reeves."
Cato's brows furrowed at that, and sighed heavily. "She shouldn't have," he said as he pulled the scrub top on. "The man hates being disturbed at this time. I'll go call him. How did they find her?"
"Coughing, and coughing hard. Minimal amounts of blood in her sputum, but nothing to suggest that her lungs require drainage."

He shut his locker and dialed Dr. Reeves's number to explain the situation and that he would carry out the patient order he assigned him. He received an earful, but the doctor eventually calmed down. "We'll have to run a laboratory test on her sputum, check how far the infection's gone, then from there adjust her course of antibiotics if necessary," he told him over the phone. He sounded so tired.
"Yes, sir."

He came to Daisy's room with Ventolin nebules and the urge to tell her off for not cooperating with doctor's orders again, only to find Charlotte at the door and Dolly with Daisy.

"I'll take over from here. Charlotte's at the door. Could you attend to her?" He was aware he said it all too hastily, but he needed to clear the room to allow Daisy to relax. He set up the nebulizer and eased the mask onto her nose and mouth, instructing her to breathe as deeply as she could.

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Nick's head snapped up as the door to the call room opened, instantly relieved as he saw Dolly. Thank god she showed up because Nick was on the verge of a panic attack. "Sh-she was just out here when I came out, I don't know what she was thinking." He was slightly breathless as he spoke, on one hand still terribly concerned for his friend's well-being and on the other hand horribly embarrassed to be so useless in the situation, especially in front of his crush. Thankfully Dolly didn't pay him any mind, instead helping Daisy to her room.

He quickly stood, though didn't want to crowd Daisy so he opted to trail behind them, though not very close. Nick watched as Charlie and Cato both went to check up on Daisy, from the angle he was at he could just barely see a Daisy on her bed. Having a feeling that he might not be able to handle looking at a blood-covered Daisy again, Nick didn't join his friends in Daisy's room.

His attention was pulled from the entrance to Daisy's room to Scarlett as she walked towards him. He gave a weary smile at her concern, "I'm fine Scar, and I'm not sure about Daisy, last I saw her she had blood all over..." He crossed his arms over his chest, swallowing thickly as he looked off towards the room, "She'll be fine, too stubborn to die just yet." Nick gave a forced laugh, looking back to Scarlett, "We should check out the situation close up." He put on a brave face, slowly making his way to the room.

Nick scanned the room as he went to stand behind Charlie, eyes skipping over Daisy just to spare himself, "Hey," he called for the attention of the two nurses in the room, "Is Daisy going to be okay?" He questioned, frowning a little as his eyes blurred out for a moment. Nick cursed under his breath as he looked down, rubbing his eyes a little and shaking his head as if to shake it off. When he looked up again his blurry vision slowly cleared. "Sorry, I just blurred out for a second." He muttered, hoping that neither nurse read too much into it.

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Most everything was a blur after that. Her eyes were too foggy to really see her surroundings; her lungs ached as she struggled to regain herself, and her head pounded. Nick was the first person to find her, and even though he couldn’t do anything for her it was comforting to have him there. It wasn’t long until Dolly came out of the on call room though.

Daisy knew that even though Dolly was a nurse, she didn’t know the extensiveness of her disease. She just knew how to care for the day-to-day needs, and how to keep good bedside manner. It was nothing against Dolly, but Daisy was annoyed that she of all people was the one to find her. But that was fine, at least she was found. Despite that fact that she felt like her organs were turning inside out Daisy managed to get to her room with the help of miss Dolly. When she was laid down to catch her breath she was still coughing, though the tears that came with such intense coughing hard subsided.

It wasn’t until Cato entered her room that she was fully aware of the ruckus she had made this morning. In the doorway stood Charlie, and behind her were a collection of nurses and a couple of other patients, though she couldn’t really make them out.

In the midst of her hacking, Daisy managed to say, “Oh, here’s the man of the hour!” She smiled as he set up the nebulizer and inserted it into her nose and mouth. She grumbled at him as he stoically said the same instructions that he said every time.

She took in a deep breath and a felt instant relief. She closed her eyes for a moment and tilted her head back. There was nothing like the feeling of breathing. People really took advantage of just breathing and they didn’t understand how ultimately relaxing and wonderful is was. When she opened her eyes again she looked over at the door and waved her hand. That was enough of that; she wasn’t a fan of people watching her with those big scared-she’s-about-to-die eyes.

Daisy wasn’t going to die. She was doing the opposite of dying today. In fact, for those 30 seconds that she was strutting down the hallway she felt more alive than she had in the past couple of months.

Her eyes trailed over to Cato. She could tell that he was upset. And she knew that Dr. Reeves would be even more upset. Dr. Reeves was more like a distant father figure in her life. He had been her doctor for more than 10 years now, and it was never a pretty site when he had to be woken up to assist little ol’ escaping Daisy. Oh well, she would deal with that then.

Taking in another deep breath she looked over at Cato and said, “I’m sorry. “

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Charlie stood in Daisy’s doorway, then moved to the side to let the various people in that wanted to or needed to come in. Although Daisy looked like she was in a life threatening situation, Charlie knew that it wasn’t the case, Daisy was too stubborn to die easy. She loitered in the doorway a little longer, unsure if she should go in the room or not. On one hand, she was worried about Daisy, on the other, she knew that Daisy didn’t want an audience. Plus, if she went in, she would no doubt get in the way of the doctors.

It was then that she heard her name being mentioned, and stepped a bit further into the room. Cato was asking Dolly if she could attend to her, and Nick and Scarlett were coming in. They stood behind her, and Charlie turned to face them a little as Nick began speaking, but didn’t really get to hear what he was asking before Dolly reached her side.


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Following Cato’s orders, Dolly turned away from Daisy, satisfied that Cato had everything under control, and headed over to Charlie.

“Hey Charlie,” she said softly, and opened her mouth to ask her if she would like her sheets changing again, as usual in the middle of the night, but was distracted by Nick instead. “I’m sure Daisy will be fine,” she replied, frowning a little. “Take it easy,” she added once his eyes had had their blurry moment.

“Right Charlie,” she said, looking back over at the patient she was supposed to be helping right now. “I suppose you want your sheets changing again. You can wait here and see that Daisy’s all right, or you can come with me, whatever you choose.” Then Dolly walked out and down the corridor to Charlie’s room and began sorting out the sweat soaked sheets.

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He tried his very best to ignore the rising urge to launch a full-blown tirade at her about how she could have aggravated the state of her lungs, especially with her basically coughing them as raw and bloody as a rare steak. Instead, he gnashed his teeth, trying to get himself as calm as possible. When that apology hit his ears, it hit him hard and worsened the amount of stress he was going through to keep up his façade. He needed to stay focused and keep that mask on her for a few more minutes until her dosage was administered. How she could keep doing this, even with the number of people telling her she simply couldn't wander off for her own good? She was foolish. She was foolish.

"Please, return to your rooms," he said sternly toward the gathered crowd at the door before he turned back to Daisy.

He had to take a mental step back.

He was in Ward B. He could liken this place to a hospice… on a good day when he wasn't troubled coping with the fact that he had made connections to some of the patients under his care. From his observation of this particular ward, some clung onto life like a fish thrashing on the floor of the fisherman's boat, gasping for their last meaningless breath somewhere completely foreign to them; some like a child experiencing simultaneous wonder and fear at a helium balloon—wonder at how its color stands out with the blue of the sky, and fear stemming from the understanding that it could either float away or pop at a moment's notice. Daisy fell under the latter.

She fought, but there were times—and lots of them—that she fought the wrong battles.

Up sprung the anger again, and it took quite a bit of effort not to start rattling off with the full-blown tirade he was thinking of earlier. "It's not me you should be sorry to," he finally replied, turning off the nebulizer once she had gotten her dosage of Ventolin. He sanitized the mask and put it away for future use. "I don't know what you were trying to prove, or what your motivations were for pulling off that stunt, and frankly, I don't care to ask right now." Hands sanitized, he allowed himself to run his hands over his face in exasperation, and huffed. "I'm not going to go over all the particulars again if that's what will irritate you. I know what I say now can't change you overnight—Dr. Reeves had ten, and there clearly wasn't much change there. Give all this a good think, and once you've come to your senses, we'll talk."

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Anna Daisy McGrane
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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.

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Scarlett Peretz
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Following Nick down the hallway to where Daisy was, Scarlett felt a wave of sadness wash over her. It was times like these that made her regret the amount of time she still has left to live. Sure, it still wasn't easy living with Haemophilia, but at least she had a normal human lifespan.
It all happened rather quickly. Daisy was struggling to breathe, Dolly was trying to help and Cato was there to rescue Daisy before she would've ventured off into unconsciousness. Scarlett liked that about Cato; the fact that he was able to have a friendship with most of his patients, and willingly help them survive.
Unlike her, he was able to make a change.

When Daisy needed time alone, Charlie went with Dolly to her room. Scarlett watched as Nick followed the two of them, knowing he was planning on talking to Dolly.
Scar knew Nick long enough now to have noticed the way he is when around Dolly. She also knew that if she went with Nick to Charlies room, she would tease him even more.
"Maybe time alone right now would be nice." She thought.

It was still early in the morning when Scarlett went up onto the rooftop. A lot of the patients weren't able to make it up to the rooftop and when it was as early as it was, there wouldn't be a soul who knew of Scarletts disappearance. She smiled a faint smile and looked at her surroundings. Because the other patients were unable to climb the stairs to the rooftop, or just didn't bother, Scarlett was usually up there alone. The doctors possibly knew about it, but were never around when she was up there.
It was her stage up on the rooftop; the only place where she could let it all out.

Scarlett had danced up on the rooftop till her bones began to ache, and her joints began to stiffen. She wanted to dance before having to get blood infusions later on in the day, which meant she needed to rest in her bed for a while. Sitting down, she began to stretch out her legs. Looking up at the sky, she sighed happily. It was a nice day. She sighed once more before realizing that at this point, Scarlett had never felt so alone.

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Cato Oren Steadman
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He didn't need to be reminded of that fact.

He could see it in the weary look she wore, weakened by the coughing fit and the vigorous enough activity she put herself through. Perhaps, if he weren't quite so upset, he would've been impressed. Every time he came by to attend to her, day after day, year after year, he could see the growing exhaustion with the life she was leading now and the clear disparity between it and the life she so desperately wanted to chase, but as it was, she couldn't even make it past the call station to make her great escape. Her disorder was the spotlight from the watchtower; the nurses, the dogs; her doctor, her warden.

He didn't want to bark or bite.

As much as possible, he tried to figure out how to let the upset dissipate. He let out a deep sigh, the best and the easiest way how he could muster at the moment, and put on a wan smile for her. "You know I can't play devil's advocate. As one of the nurses delivering care to you, and to the best of my ability, I urge you to follow the course of treatment and all advice given to you by your attending physician. It's inadvisable for you in your state, urgent, fiery need for existential confirmation or not, to wander past the bathroom provided for you in this room, much less wander into the hall. Your lungs show signs of infection. You've been put on a course of antibiotics to counter it."

He paused, taking a good look at Daisy before he pat her gently on the shoulder.

"But as your friend, I can't stress how important your treatment here is enough. I want you to be well, happy, and all the things you want to be, but you can't be all of those if you're writhing around in pain. And I don't want to see you that way."

He gave her shoulder a little squeeze before he set off for the door. "I'll be off. I need to go over patient orders in the nurse's station."

Just before that, he thought he would pay a little trip to Nick's room to ask him something, but upon finding him by the door of Charlotte's room, he approached him there instead.

"Nick. D'you think—" He turned to look inside Charlotte's room, and waved Dolly a polite hello. "—sorry to interrupt the conversation. Nick, could I ask a favor?"

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Thankfully Daisy felt like she had at least brought Cato down from his climbing anger. Though it could have been entirely likely that he just didn’t want to argue with her. She listened to him as he went through the typical medical warnings. Though she did appreciate that he didn’t just report to her like she was any other patient. If there was something that got on her nerves at this hospital, it was that nurses and doctors who had known her for years still tiptoed around situations and acted very stoic and professional whenever informing her about the progression of her disease.

One thing after another and Cato before Daisy had time to say what was on her mind Cato was gone. She watched him leave her room in his confident way, and then she leaned back into her bed and stared at the ceiling. She could feel the tired stiffness in her eyes, and her body still had a low ache in its core. She wanted to desperately to do something more with her life, but especially right now, she could feel with the toll that her disease was taking on her body.

Perhaps her little show wasn’t such a good idea.

A couple of soft stumbling coughs came out of her as she closed her eyes. While blind she dragged the bundle of blankets from home on top of her and smiled thinking about Cato.





Marco James Griffin
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Marco was getting antsy now. Sure, he was a generally laidback guy who enjoyed the outdoors and sports, but he believed that before any of that he was a doctor first. And his responsible self was itching to get to the hospital. On the chief’s orders he was supposed to go home and take some time for himself, but Marco couldn’t rest while thinking about his patients and their needs.

He at least allowed himself to finish his coffee and his medical journal before getting ready for the job. Feeling like he was rested enough he dressed, hopped in his car and made in to the hospital in record time.

Before he knew it he was in his white jacket and walking down the hallway of Wing B. First he stopped at the nurse’s station to pick up his rounds. Generally, this early in the morning he would just do some research, maybe collect a couple of lab samples and visit anyone who was awake. After reading whom he needed to get blood samples from, he saw that most everyone was awake and running. A bit surprised he popped his head into the crowded room. He figured that Scarlett would be around somewhere but she was nowhere in sight. Frowning he left and went toward her room. Again, nothing.

Wondering where she was he went to the pharmacy to pick up her antifibrinolytic medicines and steroids. They had been pumping her with these drugs a lot more than usual because they needed another blood sample, which would be hard to control. Today was the day that they needed the blood sample, which would mean, even though it was just a prick of a needle, she would loose a quite a lot of blood if she didn’t have the right dosage of medicine to help with the clotting.

Though this wasn’t life threatening, it was a bit risky and ultimately annoying. But seeing as Scarlett’s last couple of replacement therapy sessions were not completed because her own antibodies were beginning to fight against the medicine and destroy it. With that being said, Marco needed to create a different solution so that her antibodies wouldn’t destroy the medicine. This all needed to happen very quickly though, without the regular replacement therapy there were many issues that could arise with her joints. And Marco knew how important dancing was to her.

While thinking about all this it hit him. Scarlett was dancing. Though it was cute how she thought she was so discreet, Marco had known for several months that she would sneak away to dance on the roof. And though it was against his orders, he chose to ignore it most of the time. Patients needed their sanity, and Marco was willing to risk a little bit of medical trouble for Scarlett’s happiness.

Marco shut Scarlett’s chart and headed toward the roof. Carefully and quietly he had made his way to the top. Seeing her there he stopped for a moment, one hand with her chart and a small cup of half a dozen pills. His other hand was in his pants pocket and without thinking much about it he just leaned against the doorway and watched her float.