~~~March 8th 2015~~~

I stir my soggy cereal around the bowl. "Stop clinking the spoon!" I drop it with a clatter on principle. My chair screeches as I push it out and stand to my feet. "Sam, I'm sorry. I just slept weird and have a huge headache." I march past her into the kitchen, scraping my bowl and loading it into the dishwasher. Amy pokes her head around the corner. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me?"

With a sigh, I wrap my arms around her and state, "Maybe next time don't fall asleep whilst watching the world's best movie!" I turn to rinse my hands in the sink.

"Debatable..." Gasping loudly, I whip her with a teatowel. Rude!

"Ow!" She pretends to be a wounded soldier, falling back in slow motion. Her knees buckle and she actually collapses. I stifle a laugh as she reaches for the wall for balance but misses- landing flat on her back with a slight bang. "Errgggggh..." Groans escape as she struggles to stand again.

"Let me help you." I wave my hand in her face which she grabs and begins to haul herself up with. "GAHHH!" I recoil from her skin like it's red hot and cradle my arm. Shooting pains stab at it, making me hiss and seethe in agony. Amy scrambles to her feet and grabs the teatowel. Soaking it under the tap, she unties yesterday's bandages and cools my skin with the damp cloth. My body temperature drops and I stop sweating. She steers me back into our main room and perches me on one of the dinner table chairs.

I continue to dab at my now-swelling arm as Amy rushes to get Niamh. She snatches the first aid box from the bathroom- again. Dragging my little sister by the arm, she hurdles back in at superhuman speed. They both gasp at my buldging arm that is quivering unnaturally. Niamh fumbles with her phone to call a taxi whilst Amy whips up another makeshift sling to prop up my left arm. She doesn't attempt re-wrapping my arm because it is still growing at a surprising speed. I notice my sister massaging her forehead, pacing the room and snapping back at whoever is on the other end of the call. She scowls before pressing the phone's screen indignantly. Turning to me, she calms into a sympathetic look. "They haven't got any taxis free until half seven, sorry Sam. I think we're going to have to walk..."

Amy groans and rolls her eyes. "Typical! Hey, do we have anyone we can call to give us a lift?" She looks to us with expecting eyes. Niamh just shakes her head, reminding us that she only just got to this country. Amy scrolls through her contacts, nibbling her bottom lip, and comes up empty handed. And then I remember. "I think I know a person..."