For the past hour, the bathroom had been quiet. Johnny had made some complaints– with far too much description– about how he needed to use the restroom and had left soon after.

It had been an hour. For the first ten minutes, you could hear him grunting, yelling curses, and then finally, praying to God. After that, it went silent, though you could've sworn the sound of something breaking was heard– like maybe he gripped something too hard.

As you lied in bed, doing your own thing, you heard the toilet flush, heavy, stumbling footsteps, and the bathroom door open. Johnny stumbled out, gasping for air, looking both pale and flustered at the same time, sweaty and clammy.

"Do nae, ah repeat, dae nae, go in thare." He says heavily, taking in deep breaths. "God. Ah think ah gave birth tae th' de'il juist noo. Bugger, a'm needin' tae..." Johnny trails off, eyes distant, like he's getting flashbacks.