Chapter 90

“Mason. Can you hear me? It’s Noah.” As Noah spoke to Mason, Noah checked Mason’s pulse, which felt strong. Noah pulled off his jacket and ripped off his shirt; crumpling it up in a ball, he held the material against Mason’s head, making sure to apply pressure. Mason flinched.

Noah’s heart stopped. “Mason, can you hear me?”

“Noah?” The word came out of Mason’s mouth at barely a whisper.

“I’m here, Mas. You’re going to be okay.”

“Did I hurt them? Are they okay?” Mason blinked open his eyes, then clenched his jaw.

“Who? Who are you talking about?”

“The other car. I tried to move out of the way. The car came right at me.” Mason’s voice sounded rough, as if he’d eaten a mouth full of gravel. He moved his hands to Noah’s, Mason’s grip weak. “Did I hurt the driver?”