Daisy almost locks the door just to be contrary, grumbling a weak mockery of 'it's gonna be okay' under her breath as soon as Erin's away—she'll be fine, even if whatever the fuck this bite is doing to her kills her she'll just wake up fine again, it's no big deal. Ultimately, she shoves a shoe to keep the door open as she goes to clamber back into bed, hugging a pillow and pulling the sheet back over her, thus becoming a white lump roughly in the middle of the mattress.

Her strained breathing is in some ways more obvious, in the uneven rise and fall of the sheet.