Sketch1997-Yeah. Provide tea and leave him be. He's so dramatic when things don't go well. I am not! You really are.
Christineoftheopera-You may suffer the delusion that you are nothing-that you no longer exist to the rest of us.
She'd thought he'd suffer from a misguided sense of chivalry. Surely he wouldn't throw her against the wall. She was fragile!
And now she was cut and bruised and pretty sure she had a broken wrist and a concussion.
That monster.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
He looked at her and kicked her bat out of reach.
Yeah. Maybe flying at him with a baseball bat upheld was a bad idea.
"Sorry."
She was going to puke.
He hauled her to her feet and she spotted her wrist. It was swollen up like a watermelon.
She threw up on his shoes. That was an accident, honest, but she couldn't claim to be sorry about it.
Next time, she'd wear hockey pads.
THE END