Gatorade?

When we walk out of the airport I'm so tired I think I'll collapse. I haven't slept for four days. Then again, Liam hasn't slept for five days, and I'm surprised that he's still standing. But really, how does that Cêpan have so much stamina? I thought I was supposed to be the one with the superpowers. The world around me is but a buzz as I woozily watch Liam scan the car-park for a car to hijack with his sharp green eyes. He finds one, quickly, and slips behind it, breaking into the van with a tennis ball. My guardian looks up at me and motions me over with two fingers, and I hurry over, pretending like I wasn't doing anything unusual. I hop in after Liam does. He forces me to start the car with my telekineses, then he backs out of the parking space and drives off. Liam tells me to sleep, that I haven't been sleeping for too long, and so thankful that I feel like hugging him and crying. Unfortunately, I don't have energy for hugging and crying. Instead, I do what I'm told. I sleep.

I wake up in what seems to be 2 seconds, and I feel great for a 2 second nap. Instead of feeling like crap like I did two seconds ago, I feel like I've just gulped down 3 bottles of Gatorade without a break, even for breath. I check my G-Shock watch. Oh. It hasn't been 2 seconds. It's 11pm now. I've slept for 7 hours. I sit there for a second, feeling stupid, then realize that Liam hasn't slept for even longer now. My blue eyes shoot up and when they see Liam's eyes they darken. My Cêpan looks so exhausted I'm worried he might crash the car.

"Liam, get out."
He glances at me, mildly surprised, then focuses on the road again. "You're awake."

"Yes, I am. Get out of the car." I look at him, my eyes calm.
"No, why would I do that?" Liam gives me a look, but I know he understands what I mean.

"You're too tired, Liam. You've slept less than I. Get out, I can drive."

"No. You don't even have a driver's license."
"Come on, Liam. I look 18, and you've already taught me."

Liam holds my stare for a second, and looks like he's about to say more when he sighs, and pulls up at one of those truck-driver motels. "Only two hours."

"What? Five, at least!"

"Three."
"Four."
"Deal." Liam opens the door on his side and I open mine, jumping out and walking to the other side. I get in and so does Liam.

"Remember what to do, okay? First you gotta--"
"I know, I know," I say, reassuring him. "Where were we going?"
"There's an abandoned cabin about on the border of Kansas City. Just get to the northern border." Liam folds his hands over his waist and settles down in his seat.

"Okay," I nod, successfully backing out into the street. I change the gear and push on the accelerator. "You ready?" He doesn't answer. When I look back around at him he's already asleep.