Chapter 7: Kisses and Boring MagazinesJason clutched his knee with his left hand, the right he rested on his lap. Tom had changed the bandage before they’d left, and Jason didn’t look down to see if it had bled through again.
The closer they got to the health centre, the harder his heart slammed against his ribs. He couldn’t do it.
“Wait! Stop!” He didn’t even recognise his own voice.
Tom glanced at him and then slowly stopped by the roadside. “What is it?”
The calm tone grated on Jason’s nerves. Tom was clearly oblivious to his fear, and Jason wanted to punish him for it. “We have to turn around.”
“We’re not turning around. You need to see a doctor, and I’ll take you there no matter what. Now, was there any real reason for me to pull over?”
Jason growled and tried to come up with so
