Simon knew he should've disagreed. It was simply too late at night to make a homemade pizza, but Theodore insisted. He said even though it was midnight, he could never fall asleep on an empty stomach, so Simon, who had been on his way to bed, agreed to help make it. He wished he had gone to bed like Dave and Alvin.
It had all happened in a flash. Theodore slipped, he had a knife in his hand, and it had gone straight towards Simon, he heard the knife fall on the floor, so Theodore had thought he had missed his bespectacled brother, but when he heard glass shatter and saw Simon lying on the floor, covered in red, he gasped.
"Theodore…" Simon groaned.
"Shh, it's gonna be okay, Simon. I'm gonna go get Dave, okay?"
"Theodore…" Simon groaned. Less than three seconds later, Dave, Theodore, and Alvin had gathered around Simon and saw his body covered in red blotches everywhere.
"Alvin…" Simon groaned, trying to sit up.
"Sh, it's okay, don't try and get up." Alvin said, pushing Simon back down. Dave had already called 911 on his cell phone.
"Guys…" Simon groaned even louder.
"I think Simon is trying to say something to us," said Dave sadly.
…
"Remind me to never try and make a homemade pizza at midnight with Theodore," Simon said, taking the pizza sauce off of him. "And next time you guys need to listen to me when I'm trying to talk to you!"