“Because you’re in a hospital, Emil.”
“I’m not in a hospital, Makai is.”
“Really? So… this right here”—she gestured around—“is not a hospital room?”
Emil shook his head and still refused to look at her properly. “I’m not the patient.”
“No, you’re not. But if you stop taking care of yourself immediately, it won’t take long for you to become one, now will it?”
He flinched at her words, even though the tone was kind. “I just ate. What more do you want?”
“I want you to sleep.”
He shook his head. She meant pills. “I don’t want those.”
“I know you don’t. So I’ll make you a deal.”
Suspicious, he looked at her and saw her smile slightly. “I’m listening?” But only because he knew she was right about him. If he didn’t take care of himself now, he would be of no use to Makai when he woke up.