Screaming upstairs
Emily tearing into my presence, crying
sobs of "Garrett is...."
run up the stairs
Garrett holding his jaw crying
I look around, trying to find Eliza, expecting to accuse her of some heinous crime
She replies: "Garrett pulled his macaroni out"
and he confirms: "Yeah! I pull my mac-roni ou."
I take his hand back off of his face, and sure enough, the drain coming out of his jaw from last week's surgery is no longer stitched into Dudley's (British Garrett) jaw.
No sympathy in the Bowling house for things you do to yourself. We just don't have enough margin for it.