“I n-never let you s-see it bef-fore,” she corrected. “It’s a k-kind of sei-seizure, y-yeah. C-can we not t-talk about it h-here?” She wanted to lie down so badly, where the seat belt didn’t compress her when the big muscles in her back clenched.
“But we will talk about it? Please, Summer…” he begged her then, before frowning at her obvious discomfort and he quickly moved to insert the key into the ignition and soon, the car was rolling steadily out of the parking lot. “Won’t be long, okay?”
“Promise,” she whispered. She held on to the seat with both hands, digging her nails in as the spasms came and went. She wanted to curse Jesse for causing this, but it was hard to be angry at him when she knew all too clearly how he felt. She still didn’t understand the cause, but she knew how he felt. By the time they got to her apartment, she had her eyes closed against the pain of abused muscles.