AN: So it's a day late, but in my defense I wasn't home from practically the moment I got up Sunday 'til about two this morning, so I didn't really have opportunity to post until now. And as for the second part of the challenge, I've already said hello to one person but I would like to give a shout out to LeighAnnWallace. In a way I hope you won't find creepy, I sort of think of you as my own personal cheerleader because you review most of my fics, and for that I thank you :)
His clothes and skin were caked in dirt and blood, of which a large majority was his own. His muscles were all so sore they screamed in protest at the tiniest movement. His head was pounding with what was probably a concussion, and he was going to need several stitches.
But there was a family that was safe now, no longer in danger from the ghost haunting their home.
The dirt and blood would wash off, the soreness would fade. The pain in his head would go away and his cuts would heal. The family's safety was totally worth it.