unfinished snippets

She hadn't really thought about it in a while

Daisy hadn't really thought about it in a while. It was a good thing, she supposed, but who was to tell?
"It" being that doctors appointment she had gone to a couple months ago.
The pains had only started off in her arms, but they slowly sunk down into the rest of her body, deep into her bones. And then there was the coughing, and the fainting.
Daisy knew she didn't like the look on the doctor's face the second he walked through the door with the results of her blood test.
It was leukemia, he explained. It wasn't terminal, not quite yet, and of course there were "lots of wonderful treatments" they could try to get rid of it, or at the very least, slow it down.
Daisy's mother had cried but for some reason her daughter stayed the same. She was almost glad for the numbness - it prevented her from losing her head like her mother so often did.
Daisy finished folding her clothes, and tapped the pile she had just made. It was one of the few chores she could still do without getting exhausted.
"Mom?" Daisy called out, surprising herself with the roughness of her own voice. She almost didn't recognize it.
With a frown she realized that the only response she would get was the echo of her words through their eerily empty house.
Daisy stood, her hand shooting out to balance herself against the couch - she was always dizzy these days. She stayed there for a second, slowly breathing in and out like the nurse had taught her. After she felt slightly better, she continued her original quest to find her mother.
Daisy's feet made the softest of sounds as she padded her way through her hallway, her eyes darting inside each room, making sure that her mother wasn't there. Eventually she came to then end of the hall, and to her own room.
It wasn't much to look at now, just boxes and crates of her stuff; she was getting ready to permanently move into the hospital since her leukemia had escalated.
She sighed. Her mother clearly wasn't home. With a frown daisy realized that if her mother wasn't at home, there was only one other place she'd be: the bar.