Fuck it, just drive himself.

‘Goddamn it, Louise,’ John groaned. ‘How often do I ask you for help? All I want is a ride, is that so hard?’ His little sister remained buried in the bedding, either having fallen back to sleep or, more likely, ignoring him.

‘Fine.’ He stood from his position on the edge of the bed, wincing with pain, and walked to the door. ‘I’ll drive myself,’ he complained as she slowly left the room. ‘Remind me not to ever bother you with something like this ever again.’

Closing the door, he sighed, realising he may have been a little too hard on his little sister. It wasn’t a huge favour to ask, but he had burst into her room earlier than either of them would ever be awake to ask her. He could understand why she’d refuse.

Standing outside the door, he considered going back in to apologise, but as another fit of discomfort started up, he was reminded of the importance of getting to his destination.

After he’d grabbed his keys once again and headed out the door to drive himself, Louise pulled the blanket back down to her chest and slowly sat up in the bed. She sighed and pushed her dark, sleep-addled hair out of her face, glancing at the door to her room where her brother had just left. ‘Fuck,’ she whispered, getting out of bed.