Himself Part IV

He's not bugging me this time. He's poorly. I know he's really poorly because he's phoned in to work saying he can't go in because he's sick.

He had a trip to the hospital last night and is currently sleeping in the arms of Morpheus, drugged up to the eyeballs on painkillers, anti-inflamatories and tranquilisers. If he's no better in the morning, I'm sending him to the doctors.

I wonder if he will go...