21John thumped his brother awake. Charlie blinked in the late morning light and winced when John threw his mobile at him. It was ringing. Charlie rubbed his eyes, barely able to make out the number. He answered it and fought back a yawn.
“Hello?”
“Since you were all so concerned, I thought I'd let you know my surgery went exceedingly well and I'm expected to make a full recovery.”
Charlie smirked at his brother. “Hey Roxy, good to hear you're still with us. John's been worried.”
“f**k you Charlie Smith. Not even a goddamn text message. Not from any of you, you worthless pieces of s**t. And what the hell did you tell my mother? She hasn't even called yet!”
Charlie closed his eyes – he knew there was something he forgot to do.
“You b****y wanker! You utter tossing pile of monkey puke!
