"Don't," Chuck said, when Lawrence made that jab. His brother had always been good at that, at hitting right where it hurt and then digging the knife in. Chuck tried to collect himself again, as he shouldn't be arguing with Lawrence now of all times, but they were brothers. And some habits died hard.

"You're a prisoner because they can't release you until you're well. Not when you're a danger to yourself," he said, trying to even out his tone. "I'm here because I need to know if I can help somehow." Chuck wanted to think there was something he could do, but right now it seemed like he was doing more harm than good.