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When Tim woke up this time, it was to Billy and Mindy sitting beside his bed. Despite telling Jason he needed him to stay, he wasn't surprised to find his best friend making himself scarce when Billy was around. It was probably taking all of Jason's strength not to bitch Billy out loudly and angrily. Tim was just glad that hadn't happened. Still, the visit with Billy and his irritating wife did Tim's head in more than whatever it was making him sick. In fact, sitting there trying to listen to Billy play wonderful doting brother and Mindy thinking borderline babytalk was how you spoke to someone who was ill, Tim found himself literally physically sick and barfing in a bag a short time later. At least it got the nursing staff to tell them to leave so he could rest. Tim didn't care if they made him bang his head against a glass window for therapy, anything was better than trying to play happy families when it was anything but.
Now he was lying here alone again, and the jumbled of thoughts were trying to force themselves back into his brain. His head started to throb painfully again and he weakly put his hand up to rub his forehead. He was actually preferring
to feel hungover right now. It didn't even touch this endless sensation of crap. He pressed the buzzer for the nurse, who was there just a moment later. No waiting in this ward, obviously his condition still was a concern. "Can I have somethin' for my head, please?" he asked her quietly. "It ain't seemin' to stop hurtin'. And, uh... can ya' see if my friends are 'round? Just... Six or..." He trailed off, but she was already nodding with a smile, assuring him she would be back soon.