Jay laid Nick down on the couch when we got back home. He didn't stop complaining that Nick and I had forgotten about him. It wasn't like we forgot about him; it was just that we were busy with our own stuff. We tried telling him that, but it didn't seem to matter. I didn't take him too seriously, though, because he was just being dramatic.
I went to retrieve the medkit from my bathroom and walked over to Nick.
"Do him first," he ordered and pointed to Jay. I wanted to protest, because Nick was in a much worse state than Jay, but I didn't want to argue with him. I went to Jay, who plopped down willingly in the chair without being told to.
"Yes, please, do me first, Ava," Jay said teasingly, and I narrowed my eyes at him. From my right, a pillow flew through the air and hit Jay in the
