Dexter's face is crusty with blood.

    I had taken over the responsibility of driving several hours ago and Dexter, shaking, had fallen asleep next to me after sitting restless for hours. When his nose started to bleed, I shook his shoulder. Nothing. I pulled the car over and shook his shoulders wildly and slapped his cheeks. And he didn't wake up.

     But I could hear his heart beating, so I kept on driving.