Back Home for a Few Minutes
[ During This.]
Tim shuffles out of his bedroom and flops himself down on the sofa. Usually, he’d reach for a PlayStation controller, but he’s just a bit too angry for even that.
And his stomach hurts like a sonuvabitch.
In fact, he’s only just realised this. He sits up, lifting his shirt slightly to inspect the already blooming bruise on his stomach.
“Oh, god. Tim!”
He jumps sharply to see Daisy standing behind him, her hands over her mouth.
“What the fuck happened?”
He shrugs and shakes his head slightly. “Just... an argument at the office. Nothing big.”
“Tim, that could be serious,” Daisy points out. “What happened?”
He shrugs again and pulls his shirt back down over his stomach, making a mental note to go into A&E about it after lunch.
“Nothing,” he insists. “Just some wanker thought videogames are akin to genocide. Said that I needed to make sure there were no little people in my PlayStation.”
Daisy isn’t quite sure what to make of this, actually. “Well, what did you say?”
Tim takes a few moments to respond. “Said that he’s a bit of a spazz, didn’t I?”
“Tim!” Daisy scolds. “Have some tact. At least wait until he’s out of the room next time to say something like that.”
Tim only shrugs again, rubbing his stomach tenderly.
“I think you ought to humour him,” Daisy says honestly. “Who knows what he might do next time, and we can’t afford to have you in hospital right now.”
Of course she’s going with the guilt trip right now. Sighing, Tim rubs his face with his hands. “You’re right,” he says. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
Daisy sighs lightly before reaching for her coat by the door. “Anyway, I’m going out. Twist wants to take me shopping.”
Tim nods. “Don’t spend too much. She’s taking you; make her pay.”
He waits for Daisy to leave before getting down onto the ground, unceremoniously yanking free the cords to his old PSX, and carting the whole mess back to his room.