““As the bus pulled away, he seized and hit the ground in a heap. Adam was out the doors before the driver could stop to let him off, prying them open and hopping down to rush to Bridger’s side. The others followed after him. “Hey,” Adam said. “Hey, hey, hey.” Adam scooped Bridger up and turned him over to pull him into his lap. He wiped the blood away from Bridger’s nose and checked his eyes as they rolled around in his skull. A bruise blossomed on his forehead where he hit his skull on the pavement. His muscles shook in violent waves, locking his arms and twisting his legs. Behind his eyelids, his brain was on fire as images popped and fizzed in the dark like burst bulbs or poorly packed fireworks.””
