So he has parents who give a shit about him. Big fucking deal. Most everyone does. Most everyone has parents who bother to check in, who give their kids things like birthday presents and well wishes and calls every Sunday and fucking credit cards, or whatever it is that Jay isn't mentioning. That's not unusual. It's not a personal attack. He got over that kind of thinking years ago - that disgusted, disgruntled envy that someone had stability that Tim himself never had. There's no point in holding it against them, when he's always known himself to be the exception to the rule.

"Then call them now," he says. "They can meet us outside the woods, or...something. You can't stay on your feet for much longer."

He doesn't need to be a doctor to know that much.