“Thanks for coming so quickly. I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t an emergency,” I say to Patrick as I help Andy into the back of his car, Andy sobbing, but I try to ignore it for the moment. I know he’s okay. I took most of the blow from Mandy’s fist, although I am sure it must not have been nice to be hit in the face again after the injuries he was already sporting.
Patrick closes the car door behind Andy and draws me to the back of the car where he is sure Andy can’t hear us.
“What the hell happened to him? And you? It looks like someone gave you a bit of a shiner,” he says, touching the redness around my eye lightly which makes me winch a little but I try to control myself, because even if it is hurting, I don’t want him to stop touching me either.
“Mandy…” I say. “She threw her toys out of the cot and went for Andy. I got in the middle.”