“What?”

“She says do you want her to fetch a coffee for you?” Jake seems to be quickly summarizing the vibes between us and trying to help.

“Yeah, sure.” Arrick goes back to his hands, and even though I catch Jake’s eyes narrowing at his brother, I turn on my heel and head off in search of a vending machine or cafeteria in this place. It’s a private hospital, and I’m sure they must have someplace to get decent coffee.

I need to occupy myself with doing ...