Jacob's Point of View
I loathed being taken care of. And I loathed the sympathy that accompanied it. So by the time Dr Arnolds had strapped up my arm to act as a splint for my chest, and helped me get dressed, I was in an absolutely foul mood.
"You really need to turn that frown upside down," Gracie said. Her attempt to try and inject some humor into me fell flat. I growled at her to show my displeasure.
"Jeeze, you're in a bad mood," she pouted.
"I wonder why," I seethed.
"Me too, considering your about to get everything you ever wanted. Says more about you than me." She gave me a look I didn't understand.
"Why does everyone in this place talk in riddles?" It was exhausting.
"Well, we sit down every morning and ask ourselves what we can do to piss off Jacob Walker," she said,
