The Great Gatsby Alternate Ending

A ray of light completely filled the room. Daisy was stirring in her bed, feeling the warmth of the sunlight bursting through the window. Her eyes flickered open, adjusting to the light. She glanced around her room, thinking about a dream she had last night. She sat upright in her bed, rubbing her eyes; remembering if it was a dream or if it was real. She gently touched the back of her head, which stung. She realized it was real. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Daisy jumped out of bed, grabbing her dressing gown. She wrapped it around her body and shuffled towards the door. She opened it and Joan strolled into the room.

“How long did you plan to sleep in for?” Joan spoke, as she dropped herself on to my bed. Daisy let

She was suddenly startled by Joan’s sudden shriek.

“There is blood on your pillow; did you have a nose bleed or something?” Joan investigated the spots of blood on Daisy’s pillow.

I was hoping it could have been a dream, Daisy thought.

“I think I bumped my head somehow last night, and probably cut it.” Daisy lied again. Joan jumped up to her feet and moved towards Daisy. She put either hand on each side of Daisy’s face and pulled her head down to her level; she inspected Daisy’s head.

“Holy, how hard did you say you hit it? It might need stitches or this thing is going to keep bleeding out.” Joan spoke. She moved bits of Daisy’s hair, making sure she can’t see any infections. “I think you need to see a doctor,” she carried on. There was seriousness in her voice, which made Daisy realize that the wound on the back of her head was in bad condition.

“I know a doctor who is here; maybe he can take a look for me.” Daisy found herself saying. Though, she had thoughts that he might have something to do with the files from last night. But this could be her chance to find something out; maybe she might find something to do with the

“I slipped and hit it, and fell unconscious.” Daisy explained. She felt Charles moving parts of her hair around, poking and prodding the wound. She flinched when it hurt. Daisy watched his reaction to her lie to see if he knew anything about what was happening, but he didn’t seem to react to her at all.

“I’m going to stitch this up, it may sting a bit.” Charles warned, getting his equipment ready to stitch her head. She saw him pull out a needle from his bag, her eyes widen in shock that he was going to use it. She glanced over to Joan who had the same expression on her face.

She closed her eyes as he started to stitch up her head, she could feel him pulling and pushing the wound. Daisy couldn’t feel much pain, only a sting every now and then. She started to think what Mia and Dale were both up to right now, wondering if they have found any news about the files.

“All done,” Charles finished. He picked up a cloth and started to wipe his hands. Daisy went to touch her head but Charles stopped her. “There is still a chance it could get infected,” he explained. She put her hands back down to her