Daisy

C3

"You'll find out when we return," Blake shrugged and his eyes landed on my thigh. My jeans were stained red with blood. "Jack, pass us the first aid kit." Jack reached under the bench and lifted up a first aid kit, he handed it to Blake who put on a pair of gloves and then knelt in front of me. "Try anything and I will not hesitate to smash your lovely face in, Daisy," Blake warned.

"I thought yous were a team. You aren't exactly friendly," one of the guys I didn't know called and Blake turned to glare at him.

"In case you didn't realise, Daisy is one of the best. If she wasn't ill, tied up and probably concussed she would be doing everything in her power to defeat us. She would probably kill you three," Blake nodded to Eli and the two guys I didn't know, "and if she was feeling nice she'd leave me and Jack with a lovely flesh wound; nothing that would kill us, but it would put us out of action for a long time. She's a killer, just like us. She's one of the best. Just because she's a girl doesn't make her less ruthless. There is a reason why I haven't put a bullet in her, it's because we used to be a team. If it was anyone else I would have shot them and we'd be done with it. This is treating her friendly."

"Blake's a lovely person, as well as hitting you in the head with a gun, he also enjoys stabbing you during training," I said sarcastically.

"It was an accident," Blake muttered.

Jack snorted. "Accident my ass! You were just annoyed that she didn't want to sleep-" A cold look from both me and Blake shut Jack up and Blake took a pair of scissors out of the first aid box.

I eyed the scissors and tried to figure out a way of grabbing them from Blake with my hands cuffed together.

"Don't even think about it," Blake warned. "These will be going into your stomach if your hands so much as twitch, Daisy."

"Are they always this polite to each other?" Eli asked and I turned to glare at him.

"Woah, what the hell are you doing?" I demanded when Blake started to cut through my jeans. "Damn it, these were new, you bastard."

"Stop whining," Blake said and rolled his eyes. "I need to get a clear view of the cut."

"Cut?" I repeated. "It's a little more than a cut, Blake. You should know considering you stabbed me."

"I said it was an accident," Blake muttered and I watched as he cut my jeans down to mid thigh. Once he had cut away the jeans covering my wound he cut through the blood soaked bandages and chucked them on the floor. My leg was a bloody mess and Blake sighed as he wiped most of the blood away with a wipe. "Stitches have ripped, you'll need new ones."

"Now?"

"It's a long drive back to base, unless you want to bleed out then yes now," Blake said. "The wound has reopened completely."

"I think I'd rather bleed out than go back," I said and Blake scoffed. He started to thread a sterilised needle and looked up at me.

"I got nothing to numb the pain, it's going to hurt," he said and I saw a bottle of vodka get passed to Blake.

"Why the hell have you got vodka?" I said.

"There's nothing else to clean the wound with," Blake shrugged.

"Oh s**t, no, you're not pouring that on- Ah f**k!" I yelled out in pain when Blake poured the vodka over my leg and I hissed when it burned my wound. "Bastard," I growled.

"Eli, mind holding her leg down?" Blake said and Eli nodded, crouching down in front of me and placing his hands firmly on my knee. "Try not to move much."

"Wasn't planning on it," I muttered.

Blake hovered the needle over my skin and I groaned when we went over a bump in the road and my head hit the van wall again. "s**t," Blake cursed and hit on the wall separating us from Oli who was driving. "Careful, man, I'm trying to stitch up Daisy!"

"I've always hated needles," I grumbled and Blake positioned the needle near the top of my thigh. It was only then when I realised that both Eli and Blake had a clear view of part of my lacy thong because of where Blake had cut my jeans.

"Daisy, are you blushing?" Blake teased when he noticed what I was looking at. "Can't say the same about Eli, but it's nothing I've not seen before."

I so desperately wanted to punch the smirk off Blake's face, but because he was holding a needle so close to my flesh I stopped myself.

"Just do it," I muttered and Blake pushed the needle through my skin. I hissed and gritted my teeth as Blake worked. Eli tightened his grip on my leg and forced it still. Blake had lots of experience stitching wounds, but he'd never had to deal with being in a bumpy van before. "Watch it!" I groaned when the van jolted and the needle tugged painfully on my skin.

After a few more minutes Blake finished and tied the thread off. He wiped up the blood and packed the first aid kit away. "Sorted," he said and Eli let go of my leg and took his seat beside me. I watched Blake as he picked up the bottle of vodka and took a swig, he then proceeded to pour the rest over my wound.

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled and gasped in pain. "f**k, Blake! What the hell!" I tried to kick Blake, but the cuffs didn't give me much space to move and Blake retreated to his seat opposite me. "f*****g hell, was that necessary!"

"That's for kicking me in the balls," he shrugged.

"You're such a cunt!" I hissed, but he just smiled at me.

"Looks like someone won't be getting f****d for a while," Jack said, grinning smugly at Blake.

"Shut the f**k up," I said and narrowed my eyes at Jack.

"Do you three ever stop bickering?" Eli said, boredly looking at us. "It's rather irritating."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said sarcastically. "Would you like to be excused? Just open the door and go jump in front of a bus, then you won't have to listen to us."

"I'd rather throw you in front of a bus," Eli shrugged.

"In case you forgot, you all kidnapped me. I didn't choose to be here, so you can either sit there and listen to us bicker or f**k off," I snapped.

"Or I can shut you up," Eli shrugged.

"Oh go f**k yourself, you stuck up asshole," I scowled.

"She'll calm down soon enough," Blake said. "She's mainly just angry that she let herself get caught. She's usually a rather calm person."

"I find that hard to believe," Eli muttered and I glared at him, moving my cuffed foot over and stamping on his foot. "Hey!" He snapped and harshly elbowed me in the ribs.

"Ow, s**t," I gasped, flinching at the harsh blow.

"I will knock you out," Eli warned.

"Oh I'm shitting a brick," I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. I ignored Eli after that and focused on planning my escape.

I went silent for the next few hours. My head was completely clear now and I had a plan. I discretely looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to me. I started to pull on the handcuffs, trying to pull my hand out without having to dislocate my thumb. I only needed one free hand for this. I gritted my teeth when I realised I was achieving nothing. I had to dislocate my thumb. I tried to not show any pain as I did it and I slowly pulled my hand out of the handcuff. As soon as it was free I reached for the gun sticking out of Eli's pocket, but before I could grab it his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He twisted my hand up at an excruciating angle and I yelled out in pain.

"You're rather predictable, Daisy," Eli said and I tried to get out of his hold. "Stand down and I won't break your arm."

"Get off me!" I growled.

"We did it your way and it didn't work. She's been planning how to escape since she went silent a few hours ago. Now we do it my way," Eli said sternly and Blake shrugged his shoulders.

"Do your worst," he said and suddenly my world went black.