CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
It's been three days since Jason found his best friend all mangled up in a national park and in as much as he tried not to think about the last three days, he just couldn't help it.
Sitting on the only armchair in the lowly furnished motel, Jason's tired mind wandered to those days he had no idea whether his friend was going to make it or not.
The past few days were the toughest for him since he had been born, Thokozani was able to get them into a local motel and he had paid for the two rooms closest to his room to get some privacy. Even though Jason wanted to explain to Naya where he was, he couldn't. His friend, Chike wouldn't appreciate it.
Chike was almost out of blood and he still wouldn't stop bleeding, he was delirious and he talked without making sense. Twice that night, he called Jason a traitor and vowed he will kill him if he had a chance while sometimes he held his hand tightly and beg him not to die.
