Well, Edward admitted to himself that he was a bit chauvinistic most of the time, but that didn't make him an unreasonable man. He never forced his decisions on her, unless there was something that would harm her. And no matter how much Daisy enraged him, he would put up with it, and he never took it out on her. He took her as a challenge, one that he would slowly conquer with persistent efforts.
The next step required him to take care of a series of actions. First, he would teach Jessica and Hank a lesson for attacking Daisy. Then he would need to figure out a way to make Yakira turn herself in and confess what she had done to Grace. But he was also worried about Brian. Would Brian find the truth too harsh to absorb? He was so close to Daisy. The truth would break his heart. But that was something he couldn't avoid. After all, Daisy called the shots. In this scenario Edward was merely a projector that screened the truth.
Then Edward dragged his mind back to reality. He was getting completely ignored by Daisy. He had been staring at Daisy for so long, yet he didn't get a glimpse from her in return. Did that mean he was not as important as the work she was doing?
Now Edward shifted his eyes from Daisy to the blank ceiling. The first thing that ran through his head was that he must advise Tom to hang some interesting paintings on the ceiling so that people wouldn't feel as bored as he was feeling right now. At least they could stare at the pictures to kill time.
"What are you looking at? You seem so serious." Daisy followed his look and found only the blank ceiling. Nothing else. She wondered what Edward was gaping at. Perhaps it was some ghost she couldn't see?
"Humph!" Edward growled and turned his face to the other side once again. It seemed that he was still mad. He was being quite childish.
"Ah, I'm so sleepy. My eyes can barely stay open." Daisy didn't take offense at Edward's attitude and buried her head into his arms. She was really exhausted as she had slept only for an hour.
"Get on the bed." Edward ordered. He couldn't be cold-hearted towards Daisy. Daisy seemed to know him quite well, so she just acted intrepidly. He wondered whether it was a blessing or a curse.
"With you?" Daisy asked hesitantly. That bed was bigger than the ones in the regular ward. But she didn't feel comfortable to let Edward, the patient, make room for her. As much as she loved sleeping in Edward's arms, Edward was severely injured, not her. She was afraid of bumping into his wound in her sleep. That could turn out to be bad for Edward. She usually slept in a still position. But what if she accidentally touched his wound? That was a possibility she had to take into account.
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