Chapter 92
"Vince…Vince…Vince…" A voice drifts in and out of focus. "Vince? Vince, you idiot, wake up." I try to move but I'm pushed back down. "Oh no. You need rest."
"I don't need to rest."
"Yes you do."
"I don't want to rest."
"You need it."
"I don't."
"Go to sleep, Vince."
"I don't want to."
"Stop acting like a child. Go to sleep." Huffing, I close my eyes and go back to sleep.
When I wake up, I try to get up, but I'm pushed back down again. "Will you stop doing that?"
"Stop trying to get up then."
"I'm bored."
"If you're not going to sleep, you should at least stay lying down."
"But Howard, I'm bored! I want to get up." I whine.
"You'll have to face Naboo if you do."
"That can't be that bad."
"You really think so?" There's a crash and Howard winces. "I thought he'd stopped smashing stuff." He says, half to me, half to himself.
"Why's he doing that?"
"He was worried sick when you went missing. Then, when we found you…" He looks me in the eye. "We thought you'd died, Vince." I shrink away, feeling guilty. "I'm just glad he's taking it out on the plates now. The shop was starting to run out of stock."