Chapter 8: Tears and Torture ToolsJason hated the way the paper on the examination table rustled when he moved. He hated the smell, hated himself for dragging Tom along. What if he had a breakdown and Tom saw him? He hadn’t seen a doctor in years, and the last time had ended with him rushing out of there and swearing he’d never again seek medical care unless he was dying. This wasn’t dying, it was just a little cut.
“You…erm…you can go if you want.”
Tom watched him, his eyes sweeping over Jason’s face, making him want to hide. “No, I think I’ll stay. I don’t trust you not to run away.”
Jason wanted to say he wasn’t going to, but he wasn’t entirely sure it was true. Before he could come up with something to say, there was a knock on the door. His heart flipped over in his chest, and his
