Anakin coughed when the pudding cup hit his stomach, but he smiled at his friend anyways.
“I tried to get the nurses to push me up to your room, but I’m not allowed to leave this floor. I don’t think I can leave this wing, actually.” He slowly opened his own pudding.
Outside his room a nurse and another patient, an elderly woman, walked by.
“And right now, I think even she’d be able to tackle me to the ground if I tried for escape.” He mocked a scowl at Jane. “And whatever, you don’t even send out Christmas cards.”