"Don't ride in the backseat. Not tiny like you two." But Jason relaxed as best he could and let Tim steer without commentary. He was starting to feel everything now. Sam's quick work had kept Jason from bleeding to death, but the wound was still seeping a steady flow of blood. Jason's whole leg ached from the bleed and the abuse delivered by the Brute. All the bruises and complaints of the last week came together into an overall sensation of having been used as stall mat for Dick's elephant back home.
"So you're saying Sam's going to be okay, right? Because it'd look weird if his brother kills me. I'd feel bad about it, too. The moose saved my ass out there with his magic gun."