I could hear my mother and Sabina talking about the wisdom of trusting anyone this close to the Kourt. I blinked and lifted my head. We were parked outside what seemed to be a hospital, Mom and Sabina standing on my side of the truck with the door partially open. It dawned on me slowly that my mother was wearing clothes that were not what she had been wearing.
I felt sluggish, probably the blood loss. The side of the shift was soaked through and there was blood on the seat.
“May not have a choice,” I slurred. “Bleeding out over here.”
“I"ll take her and Peter in,” my mother said. “You stay out here, keep an eye on Cambious and the other boy.”
“Reyansh,” I offered.
“Yes, Reyansh.” My mother pulled the door open and slipped her hand behind my back. Gently she guided me to my feet and su
