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Hazel withdrew into her new bedroom in her old house nightly: It's time for bed.
Daisy had feigned sleep so to peel the lid back a moment, observe how Hazel is feeling about all these developments. Nevertheless, the events of the day had take ahold of her and peaceful rhythmic breaths made its way to Hazel's trained ears. Living in a dorm gives you that talent.
Humid air fanned the open windows and placcid insects chirped. Hazel thinks that she's finally worn. If she listens carefully, she can hear Jie Jie sob (likely not, likely just her conscience).
It is Hazel's fault Teddy is gone, despite whatever Daisy may say to try at reconcilliation. No matter how unaffected Daisy's outerself shows, Hazel knows that she cares about her more then anyone else. They're like two sides of a coin; joined at the hip.
Still, Daisy is untouchable- she couldn't just understand no matter how hard she would will herself. That's just who she is. Daisy Wells doesn't foster feelings like other people.
Probably the only time Hazel could be comforted without being silently questioned would be past nightfall, before she has to face her grieving family in the morning.
Scribbling in her casebook of today's recaps, her head is empty; ignorance is peace; she'll face away from this all again.
Tomorrow she'll have to get dressed in unflattering clothes for her body, face her mother criticising her personal care ("Keep your hair out of your face, it makes you look miserable.") and worst of all, face her father blaming her.
She'll have to watch the scales weigh out her and Teddy's worth in his eyes and Hazel will realise, time and time again, she is now second best. If she was never pretty, she was atleast her father's favourite - so what now?
It was easier when Alexander decided her second best. Heart ache is being one less then everyone else - not being the least.
Daisy shifts from her own bed, instinct makes Hazel assume sleep herself. She takes the opportunity to wipe away stray tears.