Caden went over to the sink and wet a face cloth with cold water and then brought it over to where Brendan was slumped over the toilet so he could press it to his forehead. "You're not even remotely fine, Bren. C'mon, this is me. Don't lie to me, buddy. I'm here to take care of you, so I'm most certainly not leaving you alone like this," he resolved, frowning. "It matters because this isn't like you, which tells me something's wrong. You're not here to just be my room mate, you're here for me to take care of you. What's the matter? Is it about Bryce?"

They had gotten bad news earlier in the week that Bryce had needed a second surgery because they hadn't gotten all the brain tumour and the chemo wasn't reducing the size of it. They did they surgery ASAP but he had been in an induced coma since then and Brendan had been very quiet on the whole thing. "I'm going to sit here until you tell-- what the hell happened to your face?!" he cried, when he suddenly noticed Brendan's face was bruised and he had a black eye. He moved the cloth to cup Brendan's chin to get a better look at the injury.