Elizabeth Ashreel
|~*|Even Sugar can be Mistaken For Salt|*~|
No response other then the door coming slightly opened at the knock, it seems it wasn't completely latched. Danny was sitting un against the wall in her bed, staringg straight forward with a blank expression. However, it was different from the face she usually makes. This was fully straight, an expression you'd see on the corpse at a funeral, except..her eyes were open. The only movement was the slow rise and fall of her chest, not even a blink of her eyes was made. Those blue bell eyes were dull and lifeless, she did resemble that of a paralyzed human you'd find in a hospital bed of mental center.