Why? Why did this hurt so much?
Stanford Pines groaned as he turned on the light in the bathroom of his house. Or the Mystery Shack as his brother had renamed it years ago. The sudden switch from darkness to light only made the pain in his head to increase even more. It had been several hours after his great nephew had hit him with the memory erase gun and although the metal plate had prevented the memory loss it seemed now that there were indeed some concequenses.
Ford looked into the mirror. His reflection did not look too well. His eyes were squinted, still adjusting to the light and his eyebrows were pushed together in a frown. He sighed and opened the medicain cabinet. After looking through it for several minutes he came to the conclusion that the pain killers were no where to be found.
"Really Stanley?" He muttered angry.
Just as he wanted to close the cabinet, his hand accidentaly got caught behind the first aid kit. It came crashing down onto the floor. The noise caused Ford's head to almost explode, or so it felt. The man clenched his hands around his ears, desperately trying to shield them from the noise. Finally it was quiet again. Ford opened his eyes and saw that the whole floor was covered with bandages, a bottle of disinfectant which had opened and other stuff.
"What's going on in there?" sounded Stanley Pines voice from down the hall.
"S…sorry I tripped and knocked something over!" Ford replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
There was a brief silence. "You okay?"
Ford smiled. "Yes Stanley, go back to sleep, I'll clean it up."
He went on his knees and quickly, but quietly, put everything back in the kit, sweeped up the liquid and put the kit back where it belonged. After that he retreted to his room and fell down on his couch. He had gone to the bathroom to see if he could find something to relieve him from the agonizing pain in his head but instead came back with even more pain. He was pretty sure it was the metal plate causing it. Maybe it had moved from its place after that beam hit him. Was that even possible?
Oh well, he would go to the store and get some pain killers tomorrow.