I’m married to the music, for better or for worse.

I think you need to get your eyes checked.

I already wear glasses, I don't need my eyes checked.

I don’t know what the hell everyone’s on about. The dress is obviously pink and green.

I think it's more teal and orange.

Baby flu?

Yeah.

[Piper gets the keys to her Dad’s car, telling him she’ll be back later, and drives to pick up coffees for herself and Anthony and then drives to the hospital.] Knock knock. 

[Jumps when Piper speaks as he was half asleep in the arm chair right next to the bed where the little girl laid in a small bed with caging on the sides to keep her safe.] Hey.

Okay, I’ll be there soon.

Okay.

Do you want me to come and sit for a while so you can sleep? Or bring you good coffee so you’re well equipped to stay up?

No. I have to stay with her. But yeah, coffee sounds good.

Please do not lie to your baby sister. 

No, I haven't slept.

Come on, Anthony. Have you slept? Do you need coffee? Are you sure you don’t want a hug. I give really really good hugs. 

I'm f-fine, Pip.

Okay, that’s good. Do you need me to get you anything. Like, some soup, a cute stuffed animal, a hug?

I'm fine.

Oh no! Do you need anything? Does she?

She's a lot better now, she's just been sleeping a lot.

What’s wrong?

I'm at the hospital with her. She just got a bad fever that wouldn't fo down so the doctor wants to keep an eye on her for a while.

Hi.

Note to self: stop reading philosophy books.