Danica always felt a little better after inflicting physical abuse; sometimes verbal just didn't cut it.

"Ooh, I'm shaking." In point of fact she was, at least her hand was when she removed it from her temple. She pressed it to the edge of the bed. "So what the fuck did you do to my arms?" Since she refused to lie down like an invalid, Fitch would just have to be happy with her half on and half off. "I don't have anything that goes with bandage dressing so you can understand my concern."