Jefferson steps into the cramped hospital room, holding back his snickers.

It’s been one second and he can already tell you’ve been acting ridiculous. He takes off his police cap and takes a seat next to you.

Rio stands above you, holding you back by your forehead as she smears away the dribble collecting on your chin. She clicks her tongue, shaking her head like the irritated parent she is.

They both expected this, but now that you’re even weirder than usual, you’re one-hundred percent unpredictable.