“Th-there’s a bike rack,” she said, carefully through the increasing muscle tremors. She put her arms around his neck and clamped her wrists together. “I cli-clip the keys to the outside, silly.” Her words were a little slurred, even as she said, “I’m n-not h-hurt.”
“By the front entrance to the school?” He was quick to confirm with her, not liking the idea of leaving his beloved bike otherwise unattended whilst he helped take her home. He knew that he’d be staying over with her, checking her repeatedly and constantly begging her to let him heal her. “You’re shaking, Summer! Something’s wrong!”
“O-on the car!” It felt like every bone in her body was shaking, now, and she just wanted it to stop. “I kn-know. It’s-it’s a n-natural rea-reaction.” She gripped her wrists more tightly together and concentrated on breathing. It wouldn’t help, but it would stop making it worse with her own fear. She felt like she was going to throw up, though.