It wasn't easy, especially considering they had to take the stairs, but Wil managed to get Jacob to his bed. He collapsed into it, against the pillows Wil had set up for him. And he wanted to beg Wil not to leave again, but his brother had already bustled away before the words could get out of his uncooperative mouth. So Jacob was stuck there, a miserable little heap, propped up on silk pillows he was probably far to dirty to be leaning against.