What Day really wanted was to stab Marcus with his fork right through his eyes. Or his hand. Anywhere, really, as long as he felt pain and anger because fuck- Day was angry.
"You've been here for too long, baby, you okay?"
Lily peeks her head inside the bathroom, and Day sits upright, water sloshing, and then turns to look at his mother.
"Just finishing up."
Lily is quiet, silently watching before she nods, but rather than leave, she walks in and then sits on the edge of the tub.
Day watches as she takes the washcloth and starts to wash his hand. Its normal, his mother washes him all the time if he is too sick to even move. There is no shame or shyness to it.
"I know when you are antsy," Lily says as he runs the cloth down his back, washing her son. Day tenses, wondering what he is supposed to do. "You know you can tell me what it is that's disturbing you."
Can he? He doesn't know what has been happening while he was knocked out.
