The next day, Aidan woke up rubbing his neck, looking pretty uncomfortable.
I asked, "What's up with your neck? Why do you keep rubbing it?"
Of course, I knew exactly why. I had shoved his head aside pretty forcefully last night.
"Just slept in a bad position! Can't remember the last time I slept that deep!" Aidan said, still rubbing his neck as he got out of bed. "You go back to sleep!"
"More sleep? Aren't we supposed to go to the hospital?" I shot Aidan a disapproving look.
He paused, as if something had just dawned on him. "Oh, right! I totally forgot!"
"Why are you brushing off my stuff lately? I told you about that sharp pain in my head, and you shrugged it off. It's only been a few days! If the hairdresser hadn't noticed, I'd still think I'm fine. Are you doing this on purpose?
