He just groaned weakly and pulled the towel more tightly around himself.Brad sucked in a deep breath. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle. ‘I’m going to take care of you, buddy,’ Brad told Van Dyke. Calmly, he pulled out his cell and punched in a number.‘Who are you calling?’ Jason demanded.‘School nurse,’ Brad answered.‘Isn’t this a little out of her league? We need an ambulance. EMTs,’ Jason protested.‘Can you come to the boys’ locker room? There’s been an accident. Nothing too serious. Some minor cuts. Thanks,’ Brad said into the phone.Has he gone into shock? Jason wondered, staring at Brad.Brad took him by the arm. ‘This is what he needs.’Finally, it clicked in Jason’s head. He got it. Van Dyke was dangerously weak. What he needed was blood. Brad had called the nurse so Van Dyke could feed on her. ‘Sorry.’ Jason shook his head. ‘I wasn’t thinking.’‘Why don’t you go wait over by the lockers? I’ll wait with Michael,’ Brad said.
