It was about midnight, the bedside light was still on, my book still in my hand, but I wasn't really reading it anymore. I could vaguely hear noises coming from the living room. Carlo had decided that midnight was an optimum time to reroute the wires between the TV, DVD, stereo and anything else in the vicinity with wires coming out if it.
I heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a loud blowing of air out of nostrils, like a horse does. A few seconds passed and he suddenly landed heavily on the bed next to me.
"Nik? Nik? I've just stuck a screwdriver through my hand. It hurts."
"You did what?"
I sat up and looked at his hand, half expecting to see a yellow handled tool sticking out of it. There wasn't. He was clutching a wad of tissues to his hand and even in the lamplight I could see that his face has gone pale.
"It nearly came out the other side. It hurts!"
"Is it bleeding? What can I do?"
"We should disinfect it. Come into the bathroom and help me."
Leaning over the sink I squirted disinfectant into the small screwdriver-tip shaped wound that gaped open, bloodlessly, like a small mouth.
"Go and sit down, I think I've got some of that tape to close wounds. It's here somewhere."
I turned away, rummaging through the medicine cupboard and just missed seeing him very gracefully and delicately pass out and fall to the floor.
His face was chalky white, almost green, but he started coming round immediately. His eyes opened and he looked at me in confusion.
"Don't move, you just fainted."
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you did, you're on the floor, see?"
He looked harder at me."Then why are you smiling?"
"I'm sorry!" I said, trying not to laugh, "I don't know, it just struck me as funny. I never imagined you as the fainting type."
"You're so mean! That disinfectant stings! I told you I felt dizzy."
He started to sit up. I tried to keep him down for a bit longer, but he refused. Demonstrating to me how manly he was he waved me away and turned back to finish his rewiring.