Page 51 of The Doctor's Truth

“Yeah, well. The Screaming Rock has been good for me over the years.”

“So, what. You’d just go out there and scream?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I’d curse people out. Or things. Fuck you, MCATs was a popular refrain for a minute.”

I can picture it: teenage Donovan, the kid who smiled as he cleaned other people’s yachts and then went home to a trailer behind the marina. Peddling his bike out to the cliff edge at sunset and screaming his heart out.

A thought nags at me. “Did you ever scream my name?”

His eyes flash over me briefly before latching on the road again. “In your dreams, Hotshot.”

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Donovan

Yeah, idiot. I screamed your name.

More times than I can count.

* * *

I pull the car into Kenzi’s driveway.

She’s already out front. She’s standing in the snow like a statue, in a sweater that isn’t thick enough, her arms wrapped around her, hugging her chest. I doubt she’s moved from that spot for the past hour.

Jason rouses Otto. “We’re here, buddy.”

Otto’s lips pull into a thin line, like he’s about to face a harsh sentencing. The three of us exit, and immediately, Kenzi crouches in front of Otto and takes his face in her hands.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her eyes scanning him for signs of injury.

“I’m fine,” he mumbles, shame-faced. “I’m sorry…”

She pulls him against her, hugging him tightly. “You’re okay,” she murmurs. “That’s all that matters.”

The fear in her voice is palpable. She kisses the top of his head and then ushers him inside. “Go inside, okay? Grandma’s made dinner.”

“Love Missus P’s cooking,” Jason says. Which is when Kenzi turns on him, and he stops dead in his tracks.

“You,” she hisses. “You lost him!”

She has all the fury of a mountain lion right now, and even Jason recoils. “Technically, it was more of a runaway situation—”

“Never in my life—”

“Mum!” Otto steps in between them suddenly. “He’s right. It was me. I tricked him.”

“Otto, go inside,” Kenzi says, her teeth chattering, from anger, or cold, or both.

She launches into another tirade on Jason, but my attention is on Otto…

Because all of the color has left his face.

I catch him just before he hits the floor. Otto is twitching, seizing in my arms.

“Oh God.” Kenzi immediately drops to the ground beside us. “Otto, honey, look at me—”

“It’s okay,” I reassure her. I gently lower him to the ground and get him on his side. I take off my jacket and quickly fold it under his head. He jerks, spasming, but this will pass soon.

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