"Heh, okay tough guy." Jake chuckles, rolling Finn's pajama pantleg down back to his ankle. "You're still gonna need to ice it. Pretty sure I saw an ice machine in the lobby."

He pauses, strategically: "Or, it may've been on the second floor? Or the sixth? I dunno bro, you probably oughta do a few laps. This place is pretty fancy, there might be a machine somewhere that's got the real good ice."

Jermaine watches, hand still covering his mouth, baffled. If Finn was hurt why the hell was Jake making him run all over the place to find ice, which he probably didn't even need if he was well enough to do that? Finn wouldn't just listen to that, would he?