"My ear hurts."
John turned around to face Bries.
It was dark, but not enough to block out her face.
The moon from out the window perfectly shone onto her back, framing her front into a blue-grey fade.
She looked at him intensely.
The darkness of the room and the weird way she was looking at him made her seem kind of creepy.
John looked at her, frowning slightly.
Then he brought his cigarette to his mouth and turned back round.
"What d'ya want me to do about it?" He muttered, inhaling the bitter smoke.
He heard Bries shuffle a little.
He turned to glance at her a bit again. Now she was cupping her left ear. It couldn't've hurt that badly. Her face held no discomfort.
John turned the other way again, staring at the darkened wall.
It was silent. Really silent.
You could hardly hear a thing.
A few minutes went by and John heard Bries get up.
He didn't turn around this time.
He heard her leave the room.
Then he heard her rummaging around in the kitchen.
"Where's all the ice gone?" She called out.
"What?" John asked with a frown.
"The ice. Where's it all gone?"
".. Why?"
"For my ear."
John tutted.
"You don't put ice on your ear to stop it hurting." He said.
"Well I dunno what else to do," Bries whined, "It really hurts."
"Why does it hurt?"
"Just does."
Pause.
"You've probably just got a spot or zit inside it or something." John suggested.
"Well, what do I do? Do I have to pop it?" Bries asked.
John grimaced.
"Ugh, I dunno. I might be wrong. Maybe you've got one of those bad earaches. See your doctor." He mumbled.
There was another silence, except for Bries shuffling about some more in the kitchen.