““Sorry, kid,” he said. “It’s just my job. I don’t usually have to hassle girls. Just stay away, okay? You must’ve done something to make them unhappy.” I felt like a criminal. Martha was sitting in the lobby. She saw me being ushered outside and followed. “Leave the kid alone, Muscle Breath,” she told the guy. “She’s out of here,” he said. “I’m done. Good-bye.” And he disappeared back into the hospital. “What’s up?” Martha asked. “My shift was over so I thought I’d hang around.” “Oh, God,” I sa...id, trying to hold back the tears. “First Kurt. Now Jason.” “Need a ride?” “No, I don’t know where to go. I sure don’t feel like going home.” “Well, what do you feel like?” She was trying to be nice. I wasn’t thinking about Kurt right then. I was thinking about Jason. I’d seen him on the stretcher. It looked bad. “I feel like a vampire,” I told her. “I don’t get it.” “I asked everybody I knew what their blood type was.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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