Jamie hadn't been doing much better. He'd been trying to draw or sketch, anything, really. Something to take his mind off the fact that his dad was bleeding in his brain. But it wasn't working, everything turned into not much more than scribbles.
He heard Lena's shout from the living room and poked his head out. He noticed the abandoned book a few feet away from the couch, and he picked it up, sitting down next to her. "You too, huh?" he asked quietly.