Chapter Eight: Lifestyles of the Rich & the Hospitalised
Jimmy, suffering no more then a mild tummy ache, looked up into the eyes of his beloved and smiled reassuringly.
"JIMMY! Are you alive? Am I dead? Are we dreaming?!"
"No El they just left when I collapsed" he whispered weakly.
"Why did you collapse my—" just then Ellie spotted Toby. Toby's face was redder than a Chinese flag as he mulled, mulled, in rage and innter turmoil.
Toby, still angry, found a glass bottle made of glass and threw it at Jimmy really, really hard. It so hit Jimmy directly in the face and Jimmy's face was all bloody and he passed out again.
"Uuuggghhh……" Jimy groaned. He shot out of bed, knocking Ellie off his chest where she had fallen asleep.
"Oh no!" said Toby.
"Oh Ellie I'm so sorry honey hey where am I what am I doing here huh?"
"JIMMY" Ellie shriked delightedly "I'm so glad you're OK!!"
"Hey of course I'm okay, lover. I mean that bottle was thrown by TOBY!!"
"Hey don't be mean to him he was my one true love."
"I thought I was your one true love! You cheating whore!"
"NO JIMMY I SAID "WAS"! "WAS"!!!"
"JUST GET OUT!" Jimmy said in a characteristically Jimmy fashion.
Ellie cried (she's sensitive) and ran out the door in tears.