“I don’t know much about these fancy cars, but I don’t think that’s how you drive one,” I say, and when I get no reply from Bishop, I realize I’m going to be driving myself to the hospital. I get out of the car and come around to his side before giving him a nudge. “Bishop?” “I’m fine, I’m fine,” he mumbles. “I’m fine with blood. It’s just people I care about bleeding blood and…”
