Jay only huffed as he looked at Layla. “Thought we were ‘posed to be the mature ones, Layla.” His eyes gave away that he was joking with her and didn’t mean it. Despite the embarassment he was happy seeing both of them smiling and amused.
Izzy could only snort in amusement hearing her start on the old playground rhyme. She was familiar with a few techniques involving water. “Nah. We wouldn’t need that. I have my own way of getting info out of him. Works every time too.”
She snorted a little, and let herself walk down the hallway at as best a pace she could. "I don't remember saying I was mature, thanks." Layla laughed a little, her gaze falling back to Izzy. "This is something I have to see." Her head nodded, blonde strands almost waving with the action. She pushed her hand into her jeans pocket, Layla then found her other hand tightening it's hold on her hospital bag, almost anticipating arriving home in a little while. She couldn't be happier to be out of this hell hole.