Aaron's Blood Page #2

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Yes, he's been moved.

Name?

Tate Diaz.

I don't see him registered.

Could it be under another name?

What are you talking about?

He was in room 319.

No, nobody's been in

room 319 since Sunday.

You gotta be f***ing kidding me.

Sir, please lower your tone

or I'll have to call security.

What kind of a hospital is this?

Where the f*** is my son?

Jesus Christ!

I need security on

floor three please.

Tate!

Tate!

Sh*t.

Come on.

Sh*t!

What?

Tate?

Dad.

Tate, where are you?

Dad.

Tate, where are

you, I don't see you.

Dad.

What is this?

Dad!

Dad!

Tate!

Dad.

Dad, what happened?

Tate.

Oh my god, hey.

What happened?

What, don't you remember?

I was in an ambulance.

Yeah.

Yeah, you lost a lot of blood.

Where's your bandage?

Oh, it was annoying.

What?

So I took it off.

Tate, what are you doing?

You can't do that!

Why, it doesn't hurt.

Stop, stop, be careful.

Can we go home now?

What?

Can we go home now?

Tate, it's five in the

morning, you need to rest.

But I'm not tired.

Just lay down, please?

I don't see why

he can't go home.

Just keep an eye on him,

I'll need to see him in 10 days.

Wow, okay.

Thank you doctor.

Stay put, I'll get someone

up here to get you discharged.

Dad, aren't I gonna

be late for school?

What?

You're not going to school.

I have a huge math

test today, I have to!

Tate, it's about to start.

You're never gonna

make it in time anyway.

Dad, math doesn't

start until third block.

It's okay if I'm late.

You sure?

I'm ready.

Hey, not until you

have some breakfast.

No, I'm not hungry,

can we just go?

You gotta have something.

That doesn't look

good right now.

You're welcome.

I'm just sick to my stomach.

I'll eat something at school.

Where are your glasses?

They're messed up.

What do you mean?

I'll be fine without them.

Since when?

31!

32!

What's he doing?

Diaz made 33 of those in a row.

No he didn't.

He's lying.

Think I can clock him from here?

No.

Yeah I could.

Bet you can't.

What the?

Guess he showed you.

Shut up.

That's mine.

Oh, in that case.

Don't mess with my stuff.

Or you'll do what, you

motherless piece of sh*t?

Get out of here!

Leave me alone.

Got it?

P*ssy?

Hey!

Got it?

Yes, yes.

How's it going, Mike?

Mr. Tate.

What's wrong?

I'm not hungry.

You serious?

Did you eat lunch?

Yes.

Well, try it.

For me.

Hey Tate, come on, I

worked hard on this.

How was school?

Okay.

Yeah?

How'd you do on that test?

Got a 97.

Good job.

That's great.

I missed one I should have.

What's wrong?

What is it?

Tate.

Oh, man.

Tate, are you all right, buddy?

You okay?

Uh huh.

Here, let me see.

You know, maybe I should take

you back to the hospital.

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