When Jeff woke up, it was already noon.
Mother sat by the bed, her eyes swollen like peaches, holding his hand, saying over and over, "It's okay, Jeff. It's okay. You're okay. That's all that matters..."
Jeff opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a long time.
"Where's my brother?" he asked, his voice very soft.
Mother's tears fell again, landing on Jeff's hand.
"Jake is..." Mother choked, unable to finish a sentence.
Jeff sat up abruptly, throwing off the covers, about to get out of bed.
"Jeff!" Mother pressed him down. "Don't move. You just fainted. You need to rest..."
"Where's my brother?" Jeff's voice suddenly rose, sharp and trembling. "Where's my brother?"
Mother looked at him, looked at her son's pale face, and finally broke down.
"In the living room," she sobbed.
