putting it on with trembling hands. "K...Kenny had one. He, he, he crashed it."
"I won't crash. I promise."
"Okay." Bay looked small and vulnerable without his brother next to him. His eyes were large, pupils dilated with shock. Dirt, streaked by tears, covered the pretty face.
"Come on, Bay. Simon's got Kenny. I've got you. Sullivan's got your dad. Let's go." He got Bay settled and rolled down the pasture, not looking back, not noting the damage. He had one goal. Get the Primary away.
Bay's arms wrapped around his waist, holding on tight.
He headed east, hitting the highways as soon as he could. He'd be in Phoenix by two and they could stop there.
Chapter Four
Bay was exhausted and scared and alone.
He was clinging to Rick's body as they sped along on a motorcycle. They'd been riding forever it felt like and with every second it felt like he was further away from Ken.
He'd believed Rick that the threats against them were real. Sort of. Theoretically.
Reality was way too real.
He could still hear the explosion, could feel being squished between the wall and Rick, Ken's hands hard on his arms.
Ken. God, he wanted Kenny so badly.
He wanted to sleep, too, he was so tired and he kept thinking if he went to sleep maybe Kenny would be there when he woke up.
Of course he was also terrified to sleep -- what if he let go of Rick and fell off the motorcycle.
His thoughts raced from one thing to another.
He almost didn't notice when the motorcycle slowed and then stopped.
"Okay. We're going to stop and sleep. We're going in together, don't talk to anyone." Rick turned, looked at him. "You with me, Bay?"
"Is Kenny inside?" he asked.
"No. Simon's got Ken."
"They're not meeting us here?" His voice got a little shrill, but he needed Kenny. They didn't do well apart.
"Bay." Rick met his eyes. "I'll explain the schedule when we're in the motel room."
He didn't like the sound of that. Not at all. He started to feel all shaky, like he was going to fall right apart. He blinked back tears and nodded. "Okay."
Okay. They'd go into the motel and Rick would tell him how they'd go meet Simon and Kenny in the morning.
He could do that.
Rick muscled him through the check in and upstairs and right into the bathtub, stripping him down and getting him in the hot water.
"Do you hurt anywhere?"
"What?" He looked at Rick, blinking up at him, feeling like he was floating away, so far away.
"Do you hurt? Did you hit your head?"
"I miss Kenny. I got squished against the wall, but Kenny was with me when that happened."
"Kenny's with Simon. They're going to a safe house, and so are we. Once we know things are safer? We'll meet in another place."
He frowned. That didn't sound like they were going to be meeting Kenny in the morning. "We're going to the same safe house as Kenny and Simon?" Everything seemed so far away, so strange.
"Not yet. In a few weeks. They'll have a harder time finding you if you're separated."
"Oh."
Someone was looking for him. For him and Kenny and they had to be separated so they couldn't be found. He wrapped his arms around his knees. They'd taken Kenny away from him.
"You need to breathe, Bay. Everybody's okay. Everything's going to be cool." Rick washed him, nice and easy.
"I can't sleep without Kenny." And he was tired. So tired. He hadn't slept at all last night, had just dozed during the day, sitting in the sun with Kenny wrapped around him. He couldn't sleep without Kenny.
"You can. I'll help." Rick lifted him out of the tub, wrapped him in a towel.
He shook his head. It was okay. He'd sleep when Kenny came back. Or they went to Kenny. Or whatever. Rick was nice though and was going to take care of him. He hoped Simon would take care of Kenny. "Kenny's okay, right?"
Rick nodded. "Simon is the best anywhere. Your brother couldn't be safer."
"What did he do? That someone's so pissed off at him
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