Next day
*Paige*
So far Daniel hasn't hurt me. He comes in often and just sits down to talk to me. It's a bit creepy because he acts like we are on a date or something. I mostly don't answer him, afraid I am going to yell at him and make him angry.
He has shown me the clips from tv, the accident where I supposedly died. My fathers grief-stricken face. Will, pale and with red eyes, leaves the hospital with a stoic looking Tim acting as a bodyguard, shielding him from the cameras. I want to reach for them, to tell them that I am here, that I am alive.
Tim seems to be the one holding everything together, but I had seen how his hands were shaking and the way his eyes seemed vacant.
The door opens and Daniel walks in. He has some kind of bowl in his hand and a wash cloth over his arm.
