Tuesday and Saturday
A small giggle protruded from behind the curtain. Toby took a few steps forward and lifted it away. Sophie squealed in excitement and dodged past him. He started to run after her. Her footsteps clattered on the tile. He tripped over a loose tile and smashed onto the floor. The fleeting steps slowed, and then got louder.
"Toby! Are you ok?" Sophie said gently, lifting him up. He shook his head, his hand clasped to his nose. Sophia guided him to a bench.
"Could you get me a tissue? I'm kind of having a nosebleed..." he mumbled. Sophie giggled, and clattered off. She came back with several boxes.
"Here we go," she said, helping him place the tissues onto his nose.
"What should I do with my hand?" he asked, holding it up. It was full of blue blood. Sophie screamed, and several birds took off. Then she crumpled to the floor, taking care not to spill any blood, for the stains, although the blue was a nice colour, were impossible to get out of clothes, Toby leaned over her and with his other hand poked her gently. Her eyes opened, and she sat up.
"We're both in the wars today, aren't we. Come on, I'll help you to the toilets."