Alrighty, this is basically to show exacly how hurt Sweeney was and also a prep for well you'll find out...
Sweeney awoke slowly, his injured hand throbbing madly.
He could feel the bed underneath him and wondered how he had gotten there.
He tried to remember what had happened that night…
There was a lot of stumbling, and Mrs. Lovett crying.
He remembered hitting the floor and blacking out, and the letter, he remembered the letter.
Sweeney sat up abruptly, toppling off the bed. He threw his arms out instinctively sending his injured hand into impact with the wood floor, letting out a cry of agony.
He curled into himself, holding his hand close to his chest. His head pounding violently. His breathing quick and violent.
"Mr. T!" Mrs. Lovett shrieked causing Sweeney to wince slightly as his head throbbed more painfully.
She ran over to him crouching beside him she helped him sit up, using the edge of a bed for a support to lean his back on.
"What happened?" she asked extremely concerned
"Nothing" he said, he was not about to admit he had fallen off the bed.
"Well something must 'ave happened… are you alright?"
"I'm fine" he said through his teeth, the pain in his head was making it hard to concentrate.
Sweeney looked up at Mrs. Lovett, her face was tear streaked, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
"I'm fine, really.." he said kindly looking at her.
She nodded her head in acceptance
Sweeney was most definitely not fine but he did not want to worry Mrs. Lovett. She had done so much for him, he did not want to bring her any unnecessary worry.
"Can I see your hand?" She asked
He nodded
She reached for his injured hand, Sweeney flinched when she touched it. Sharp pain shot through his hand.
She looked down at him worried. He smiled at her the best he could trying to cover up the pain.
She unwrapped the bandage that she had put on his hand that night. The cut was stitched very poorly. The cut was clearly none accidental and very angry. Sweeney looked down at his feet, he did not want to be reminded of the reason why he had hurt himself in such a way.
"I…I… I'm sorry" he mumbled "I shouldn't have yelled, I should never have hurt myself… its just all the thoughts…"
"S'all right luv" Mrs. Lovett replied, wrapping his hand in a new bandage.
He shook his head in protest
"Its not…"he argued still shaking his head, he felt horrible for what he had done "I should have never…" he stopped talking his voice shaking.
She pulled him into a tight hug, then stood up.
"I'll be outside" she said, figuring Sweeney would need some time to himself.
He nodded.
Sweeney pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them resting his head on his knees.
One more day until the get together with Anthony and Johanna.
He sighed
We might as well go, I mean what's the worst that could happen… I said I'm over the past and this will show whether I am or not.
He rubbed his eyes with his good hand, then got up slowly using the bed for support.
Walking into the small loft room he sat down on the couch.
Well… I got to tell Mrs. Lovett that we are going tomorrow. He thought to himself
Sweeney got up abruptly and marched over to the kitchen Mrs. Lovett looked over at him, still rolling the dough on the counter.
He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it quickly and walked back into the loft room.
But what if something does happen, what if Anthony has been abusing Johanna! I'll lose my temper and then I might do something I regret.
But I mean I said I was over the past I mean this could be how I show I am.
He walked back into the kitchen Mrs. Lovett watching him intently.
He gestured with his hand that he was going to say something but then marched back to the loft room once again.
What if she hates me, what if she is disgusted by the thought of me being her father? I mean what if Anthony knew, would he still have invited me?
Sweeney was never this indecisive, nor did he ever argue mentally with himself.
We're going! And that's that, I'm not changing my mind… I know I will regret it if I don't. Oh Bloody Hell! This is so frustrating.
He was pacing the length of the loft room, so lost in his argumentative thoughts he didn't notice Mrs. Lovett standing by the door way watching him with curious eyes.
"Umm Mr. T?" she asked
"That's it! We're going!!" He declared loudly
Mrs. Lovett chuckled quietly then went back into the kitchen.
Sweeney continued to pace lost in his thoughts once again.
The boy… what about the boy, does Toby remember Anthony? Did he even meet him for that matter? Will he behave without telling them about the killings back in London, surely he knew.
What time is it at?
Sweeney started searching frantically for the letter.
"Have you seen?..." he asked Mrs. Lovett was interrupted by her pulling the letter out of her apron.
"Thanks" He said snatching the letter quickly and walking back into the loft.
He read the letter quickly skimming through most of the words.
Seven! It's at seven o'clock, alright. I can handle that.
He walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes he was asleep in minutes.