Amanda Pov

Yeah I don't know how the Toby and Thomas Green thing went down to be honest, (I didn't want to know though, as it's Toby), but as of yet, we haven't been bothered by him since, (not that I was particularly surprised by that as Toby can be bloody scary when he wants to be), (regardless of if Thomas Green ended up dead or alive).

Anyway I was doing some bits and bobs around the house, as you do, when I heard a crash in the garage, (which scared me slightly, I'm not gonna lie to ya), so naturally I ran to investigate what the crash was, (as I figured that it had something to do with Danny though as that man is always tinkering with something in there).

"Danny!, are you ok?!"
"Yeah I'm fine Babe- ah shit!"
"That doesn't sound like you're bloody fine!, Jesus fucking Christ!"

I got to the garage and then I saw the blood that was pouring down his head, and that was when I realised that he needed stitches asap, so I got a needle and some thread, (look we had nothing else on hand), and I just started to stitch that cut up, (we had no time to spare here Karen).

"The fuck-"
"You see a lot of shit in foster care"
"So sewing someone's head...?"
"Is a casual Tuesday morning Danny, it wouldn't be the most traumatic thing that I saw ever"
"Fucking hell Mandy, how are you sane?"
"(Snorts), yeah I'm really not that sane"

Danny just looked really sad after I said that, which I felt really bad about, but I also couldn't lie about how I knew how to stitch a cut, ya know.

Anyway I had finished stitching Danny up, (no easy feat since he hates the sight of blood), so I cleaned it the best I could, since we did not need his head to get infected, (medical insurance is expensive as fuck and hospitals even more so), (plus I haven't had the best experience with going to the hospital here).

"There you go"
"Thanks Babe, I was starting to worry about passing out"
"Yeah that would have made stitching you up way harder, though we're not out of the woods yet"
"What do you mean Mandy?"
"I mean that you could still have a concussion, so don't fall asleep or anything yet Danny"
"I wasn't planning on it"

So I took Danny to the living room to make sure he wouldn't try to fucking fix anything else that day as I knew that it would've ended in an accident, (he was dizzy, so that's why I did it).

Does Danny try to stay sat on the couch, no he bloody doesn't, because of his pride, (or something like that, don't quote me on that though, as straight men are bloody weird sometimes), so naturally I sat his lap, as there was no other way to get him to rest.

"I'll be fine Babe-"
"Nope, I've literally just stitched you up here Daniel"
"I feel fine"
"Fabulous, but I'm still not changing my mind, plus you're comfy"
"Is that so?"
"Yes Danny, that is so"
"Alright, I won't argue about it then"
"Good, I'm glad that you came to that conclusion by yourself Daniel"

So we watched some fucking black and white cowboy movie, (yeah Danny's Dad introduced Danny to these movies, so that was why Danny was into them), was I bored out of my tree?, yes I was, did it help with making sure Danny didn't move?, yes it bloody did, so that's that.

I then went and made dinner, (see, I can cook, it's just that Danny prefers when he cooks dinner, ya know), it was some sort of pasta dish, (not bloody Mac'n'cheese though as that's fucking rack man), I didn't burn it though, so I took that as a successful attempt at cooking dinner.

So then dinner was ready, (I mean obviously, I wouldn't give out unready food to anyone, as Toby would kick my arse in gear if I did that, ya know), I know that it was no masterpiece of a dinner here but it was bloody edible so I had that going for me.

"Wow, it's not burnt"
"Oh fuck off Daniel, I didn't have a proper adult to teach me how to bloody cook here"
"(Snorts), I didn't think that you could cook pasta, let alone spaghetti"
"Yeah well spaghetti is not too hard, you just put it in a pot of hot water, then chuck it at the wall and if it sticks then it's cooked"
"You fucking do what to spaghetti?"
"I chuck it at the wall to see if it's cooked"
"Why?"
"Because that was how I was taught to cook spaghetti"