Chapter 15
Jim awoke from a nightmare. He’d been fighting for his life against George, and had wanted to use Jujitsu, but his arms wouldn’t respond, hanging limp at his sides. He shook the dream from his mind because Mr. Truttle said it’s better to change mental channels than to focus on something bad.
As gently as possible, he slipped an arm over Brian, watched him sleep, and couldn’t resist running his hand through the afro. Jim’s neck hurt from when George threw him into a head lock from behind, his usual cowardly manner. Jim hadn’t told Brian or Mr. Truttle, and wondered if he could slip upstairs to get aspirin.
Suddenly, Brian’s body stiffened and his breaths came faster. He moaned something unintelligible, then groaned. “No, f**k no.” His arms trembled. “Noooo!”
Jim shook him. “B
