TITLE: Finding the Beat
GENRE: Young Adult
RIC: Radical, interesting, cool. That's me when I climb into the passenger seat of Jason's car. I tighten the safety belt across my body, cram my knees under the dash and lean back into the dark leather.
Jason opens the door slowly. He winces and rubs his forehead. He grips the steering wheel hard, and uses it to pull himself into the driver's seat. He groans with the effort, and his eyes burn like downlights from a white ceiling. "Stop... frowning, Ric." He squeezes the words out
between quick shallow breaths.
"Are you sure you're up for this? You look shocking."
Jason grins. "Look...
I fold my arms across my chest. "I'm not the one with cancer."
He punches me on the shoulder, but his fist doesn't have strength and it bounces off me. "Tomorrow... I get your bone marrow."
I wait for him to draw each word out and I grin back. "Yeah, tomorrow, you start getting better. But today you look like s***. Don't reckon we should be doing this."
Jason pouts. "You promised...
one last race. You promised...
through." He settles back into his seat, his pale face shiny with sweat, his eyes pleading.
He's right. I swallow my doubts. "I'm good to go." I give my brother the thumbs up.
Jason slept all day so he'd be ready for this. Beast and body primed, he turns the ignition and the engine bursts into life. We speed away, spreading smoke and sound in our wake.