Ray looked up at Sinner. Brice would have hit Saint and Saint's mother but Jacob stopped him. Usually Jacob let Brice do whatever the hell he wanted. He let go of Sinner and sat up. Still shaking a bit but looked at Saint worriedly. His eyes filled with worry for Saint. He followed them to the room Saint was put in. Staying quiet as a mouse. Just following closely to Sinner, Saint, and their mother. She was a nice lady and he didn't understand why she chased them off like that. He sat in a chair that was almost near Saint. Getting up when Sinner led Sinner and Saint's mother, Irene, over to the couch. He pulled the chair as hard as he could so it was much closer to Saint. Laying his head on the bed. "Get better Saint..." He said softly. Placing a hand on Saints arm and just curled his body up in the chair. Closing his eyes and wouldn't move. Not openly protesting when the doctor woke him up but held onto Saint's arm with a light grip that wouldn't let go. Laying his lower body in the chair while his upper body lay at an angle with his head resting on the bed. He wanted Saint to be better because the guy stood up for him. Made him feel a tiny bit brave. Gave him the strength to refuse to go home with Luke. To rebel and take Saints hand and not let go. He felt like it was all his fault that Saint was hurt. In a way it kinda was. Luke wouldn't have hit him if he hadn't have kept him from taking his youngest brother home. He held onto Saint's arm a bit tighter.