It's disgusting, don't you get it?

"Your grandparents have asked to see you, Raven. They really want to spend some time with you."

He folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes, clearly unwilling to engage. "I'm tired," he muttered, pretending to sleep.

Marcella sighed, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. "Raven, please. They just want to see how you're doing."

"Do they?" Raven's lips tightened, but he kept his eyes shut.

Marcella frowned, "It's just a short visit."

Raven kept his eyes closed, but couldn't resist a biting comment. "I'm sure they're really worried about me," he said sarcastically. After all, they only visited once in two years while he was in a coma. "You don't think I know nothing, right?"

She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "They were scared, Raven. It was hard for them to see you like that. Everyone handles things differently."

Raven's voice was cold. "Right."