Chapter 30
Maybe this was how Darren felt when he was having a bad day, Jayden thought absently. It was Tuesday; he had just come out of his exam and interview for the St. John’s scholarship, and it had felt physically exhausting to drum up enough energy to talk to the two stern, suited teachers who had come to grill him. The maths paper had blurred into an almost unreadable mess, and he had. Not. Cared.
It wasn’t important. Darren was in the hospital, unconscious and unresponsive, maybe disabled if he even did wake up, and nothing else mattered. Jayden’s whole being revolved around that, around Friday night and Sunday afternoon and the horrible, awful, terrible possibility that…
Suddenly, St. John’s and Cambridge seemed like a stupid, stupid dream. All he wanted now was Darren. He just
