Fidd and Ford.

Chapter 10

It was about six o'clock. About five hours after Fidd's alcoholic outburst. Ford was sitting at the kitchen table going over some work and equations. Suddenly Ford herd footsteps running toward the bathroom and the door slam open. Fiddleford was violently vomiting up all the alcohol he had consumed. Ford sighed and got up to get Fidd a glass of water.

Ford opened the bathroom door to find a pale, shivering Fiddleford hugging the toilet bowl. "How's that regret tasting?" Ford teased as he leaned on the door frame.
"Fucking awful" Fidd exclaimed " it feels like I've swallowed fire".
"that's probably all the cigarettes you had".
Ford walked over to Fidd "l brought you some water"
"Thank you, my head hurts so bad" he groaned. Ford patted him on the back "it's oka-" Ford was cut of by the sound of Fidd's vomiting. "Guh, what happened? the last thing I remember was leaving your room and going to the kitchen" Fidd groaned. "I'm not sure, I just woke up and found you in the kitchen. Then you started shouting and swearing ".
"I did?" Fidd asked in shame.
"Yeah. And you smashed a bottle of wine. Let me look at your hand, I want to see if it cut you" Ford reached out to grab Fidd's hand. "Fidd! Look at this" Ford gasped. Fidd's hand was covered in blood and small shards of glass.
"I-I don't feel it" Fidd stammered.
"Cause you're still drunk, your nerves are all messed up" he said as he got up to the cabinet above the sink to retrieve a first aid kit.
"Do you remember what happened before you left my room?" Ford asked while pulling the first aid kit from the cabinet.
"Yeah. I remember that part" Fidd rubbed the bruise on his jaw.
"With all that alcohol I would have thought you would have forgot the entire day" Ford chuckled and reached out for Fidd's hand. "Not funny" Fidd snarled and gave Ford his hand. "If only there was some way for me to forget permanently"
"Don't say things like that Fidd, I don't like it when you go on about erasing your mind and stuff like that" Ford paused and looked at Fidd "I'm not sure if this will hurt. I'm sorry if it does" Ford stated.

Ford began to pluck the shards of glass out of Fidd's hand and wipe away the blood. "Ahh" Fidd hissed.
"Sorry" Ford apologised.

They sat in the bathroom for a long time. Fidd remained over the toilet bowl, throwing up every now and again. Ford cleaned up Fidd's hand. "there good as new, sort of" Ford chuckled.
"Thanks" Fidd looked down at his hand "Ford, I am so sorry I got drunk and,and,and..." Fidd snivelled and began to cry.
"Oh Fidd, it's okay" Ford leaned in and opened his arm for a hug. Fidd moved in and leaned against ford's body. "It's okay, I won't let him hurt you again" Ford kissed the top of Fidd's head.

They sat on the floor. Holding one another, content in staying in each other's embrace but Fidd still felt weary of being around Ford. Bill's warning rang through his head.

'I just need a way to forget. Permanently' He thought to himself. 'A way for us to forget...