Alright. Here's chapter ten! Please R&R! I wanna hear what you think! ;)

When Ben came to, he found himself in the medical bus with a horrible throbbing in his head. Then, the last couple of hours flashed through his head. Roger. Jace. Hal. Abbie. The escape. The beating. The bullets. The pain.

When he lifted his body, he felt a sharp pain in the side of his stomach. Probably from the bullet wound. As he scanned the room, he noticed another person in the back. As he focused more on him, he realized that it was Hal. Why was he in the medical bus? What had happened while he was out?

Ben jumped down, and felt a searing pain from his leg. He has never been shot twice in one day. So he hopped on his left foot all the way to Hal, and sat down in the chair next to him. As he was settling himself in, Hal's eyes fluttered open.

"Hey. Look who's up," the oldest Mason son said.

"What the heck happened? I could only have been out for a couple of hours!"

"Huh?"

"Why are you in the medical bus?"

"Oh. Well, I may have gone out to the place where we got captured. And Jace may have come out of the woods. Then he may have thrown a knife. And I may have gotten a dagger stuck in my stomach."

"Hal."

"Yeah?"

"You're an idiot."

"Oh. I'm the idiot. What was that 'I'm gonna push Hal aside and take a bullet for him' crap?"

"It was a split second decision. I'm sorry I chose to save you."

"You could've died!"

"You could've too if I didn't take it! But I guess it wouldn't of have mattered since you got yourself stabbed anyway."

"Not my fault."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Why'd you have to go annoy the people that don't like us and want to kill us?"

"Well, when we were back in the woods, me and Abbie only knocked the other four guys out. We were unarmed, and we had to save your sorry butt."

"Oh. You had to save me? As I recall, I took a bullet for you!"

"Yes. But you were laying there helplessly as Roger beat the life out of you!"

"Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry that Roger had me pinned down, and I couldn't fight back. But then again, I did get shot in the stomach and in the leg. I wasn't at my top strength."

"Well the stomach shot wasn't shoved upon you. You decided to take it for me."

"Yes. And looking back at it know, it was a smart choice."

"How?"

"Well, I had already been shot in the leg. If you were shot in the stomach, then you couldn't have fought. I didn't have the mobility to fight. Then Abbie would have been alone, and we would've never gotten away."

"Okay."

"And, you did carry me back to camp. If you didn't, I would've died."

"So, can we call it even? I'm sick of this. It's a stupid argument."

"True. We're even. I saved you, and you saved me. That's it."

"Good."

"Although, a knife? Seriously? How did you not see him?"

"I was a bit preoccupied."

"Okay. How'd he get an open shot?"

"Well, I was talking to dad. And then I may have spread my arms apart giving him an open target."

"Hal, I—I have no words."

"Sorry! My bad. Hey, who do you think those goons were working for?

"I don't know, maybe—" Ben couldn't finish his sentence because Anne had just walked in.

"Ben? How'd you get over there? Did you walk?" Dr. Glass asked.

"More like hopped."

"Don't do that! You're leg needs a break. I have a crutch for you."

"Okay. Thanks, Anne"

"Your welcome. I'll bring in Matt and your father. They're waiting outside."

"Alright. Me and Hal will be here. I don't think we'll be moving for a little while."

Anne Glass nodded, and ducked out of the bus. When she came back, Matt and Tom were with her. When Mr. Mason saw both his boys up, he had a flush of relief.

"I'll leave you guys alone," Anne said, and then left without another word.

"Hal. Ben. Thank God you're alright," Tom told his two older sons.

"We're fine, dad," Hal replied.

"Ben! Hal! You're okay!" Matt said as he raced over to his brothers.

"Be careful, Matt! They're hurt."

"Oh no. We're okay, dad," Ben said.

"I am so sorry, boys," Mr. Mason said.

"For what?" Hal asked.

"You're hurt. If I'd gotten to you sooner—"

"Dad. This isn't your fault."

"But—"

"No."

"Hal's right," Ben piped up.

"You're both so brave," Tom said as he walked over with tears in his eyes.

"Well, all of that is over. What's important is that we're all here. Now. Safe." The middle Mason said.

"Yes. And I'm so glad you are."

"Well," Hal said. "It seems like me and Ben won't be going anywhere anytime soon so, Matt."

"Yeah?"

"What would you say to a game of Monopoly?"

"For real?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay! And maybe I'll go easy on you. You know, since you're hurt."

"Nah. We wanna see what you've got. Cause, truth be told, we don't think you can beat us. Do you?"

"Oh I'm sure I can."

"Alright then. Why don't you go get the game."

"Sure! Be right back," the youngest Mason said as he rushed away to find the board game.

"Oh my boys," Tom said as he embraced his two remaining sons. "My boys. I'm just happy you're safe."

"Yeah. We are too. We are too, dad," Hal told his father.

"So," Ben said once Tom released them. "You staying for Monopoly?"

"You know it."

"Like old times."

"Yeah. Like old times."

So there it was! And I'm not finished yet. I think i'm going to add another chapter about: blankblankblankblankblankblankblankblankblankblank blankblankblank! I'd tell you but, NO SPOILERS FOR YOU! ;) Hehe, I'm evil... But yeah! Anyway, leave me a REVIEW! :DDDD