"Went to see Trouble in the hospital. How was yours?"

"He's in the hospital?"

"It was f- wait, yeah, why is he in the hospital, what happened?"

"Somebody kicked his arse," she snorts. "He's not saying who. For all I know it was his idea of fun. But he's got cracked this and broken that and he's on some lovely painkillers. Me and Ethan dropped in on him yesterday."

"Ethan didn't do it himself, I take it."

"Why isn't he saying who?"

Robin shrugs. "I wasn't about to interrogate him. He told me to skip it; I skipped. And yeah, he's had some fun with Ethan, but Ethan would've told me if the fun had broken any bones."

"What hospital's he at? And I assume I won't get his room number if I walk in and literally ask for 'Trouble'."

She laughs. "Yeah. I forget the room number, I think I have it written down somewhere - he's at St. Joseph's, anyway. Ask for Angel Sawyer."

"Will do."

"Wow, he has a real name, I got so used to thinking of him without."

"I assume if he wanted to be called that he'd have informed us before now."

"He threw a fork at Ethan when Ethan called him Angel, but between those two I think that qualifies as flirting. Still, I wouldn't try it."

"Yeah, thought so. I think I'll go this afternoon."

"Okay. Robin, d'you wanna come over today? We can play nice and loud if Bella's gonna be out of the house."

"Perfect," says Robin.

Robin grins. "Awesome, I can't wait."

So after school, Robin goes home with Andi, and Bella buses to the hospital.

Trouble is lying in a hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, with a cast on his left arm and a dreamy smile on his face.

"Hey, you," says Bella. "Robin told me you were all busted up."

He grins. "I aaaaaaam," he says, waving lazily with his good arm. "How're you?"

"I'm fine. Is there a point to asking what happened? I am told it wasn't Ethan."

"It wasn't Ethan," Trouble agrees, nodding. "You could ask but then I might answer and nobody wants that." He giggles.

"Why does nobody want that?"