I barely caught any rest last night, tossing and turning until the witching hour when I crept over to check on Lucas’s forehead. By the time I finally drifted off, the sun was already high, streaming through the gaps in my curtains.I craned my neck to look at the bed. Lucas was buried in the duvet, his back to me, not moving a muscle. I reached out, giving the kid’s hair a gentle rub."The sun’s burning our tails, Lucas. Time for us slackers to roll out of bed."He didn't move. I propped myself up on my elbow, letting out a soft chuckle."Don't fake it, I know you’re awake. Get up, eat some breakfast, and I’ll drop you off..."I froze mid-sentence. My pulse slowed to a crawl and the blood drained from my face.Lucas’s skin was radiating a terrifying heat. I turned him over, and my heart stopped. A crimson mess was smeared under his nose, a heavy nosebleed having already soaked through half the pillowcase."Lucas! Lucas, wake up! Andrew!"I was paralyzed with fear for a split second b
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