Some rather less than pleasant chats (Peter, Stephie, Deirdre, Tasha) (Abuse, etc)
"Hey," Tasha said, catching sight of Thomas, Stephie and Deirdre as they entered the room. She rose to greet them, looking apologetic. "Dad's been uhm- I think the best way to put it is 'verbally sparring'? - with the doctors and nurses for the past hour. They just left."
"They're being dicks," Peter insisted from his hospital bed.
"I rather think everyone in this room was being a dick," Tasha corrected him.
"Do- Should we come back a different day?" Thomas asked, worriedly. This was the most coherent Peter had been in a week, but what if bringing up the past now only made things worse.
"Please don't go," Peter spoke up. "I'll try really hard not to be a dick to you. You're not trying to medicate me against my will."