"Does it hurt?" I asked as I sat down, gently lifting Caleb’s upper body and resting his head on my lap. I wiped his face softly. "You're bleeding everywhere. Let’s get you to a doctor. I'll call an ambulance."
"Don't start crying. I’m not dead yet," he grunted. "This is nothing. I could take ten more hits like this."
"If your lip wasn't already split, I’d slap you for that attitude," I retorted.
"Heh. Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, reaching up with a shaky hand to wipe my face. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better. That creep put his hands on you... wipe it off. He's disgusting."
"Now your blood is all over my face," I said with a small sigh. "Come on, let’s see a doctor."
"No. Just get me to the car. I hate doctors. If my parents find out, I’ll never hear the end of it." Cale
