So here's the last chapter!! I hope you've enjoyed my story. :) Thank you to .Me. NJ for your reviews. :) You rock!!! :D Now, on to the last chapter.
Also, thank you to Azula Felinae for pointing out the mistake I made in this chapter. I forgot to mention the leg wound Bo recieved when they where first captured at the sandlot. So I came back and added it in. Thank you. :)
CHAPTER 12 Happy Ending
The ride to the hospital was uneventful. Bo and Benny were placed in one car along with a few of the boys. Evans was placed in another with the police men, and the rest of the boys piled into the last cars.
At the hospital, they learned that Bo's arm was broken and that the bullet had just grazed her head. Although it would hurt for awhile, and would need to be wrapped up for a few weeks, she would be all right. The same was with her leg wound, although she had spilled a lot of blood and would be weak for weeks. Other then the many bruises, Benny's only real injury was the twisted ankle, which would heal in a few weeks. Evans was treated for the snake bite and, although it was a close call, he survived and was sent to a maximum security jail, this time to stay.
Bo and Benny were released the next day. They were questioned by the police; at least, they were until Mrs. Spice threatened to beat them with a bat if they didn't leave the two alone to heal. In a few weeks, everything was back to normal. When Smalls got back from his ski trip, he was filled in on what had happened. He hadn't believed it, until he saw Bo's broken arm and wrapped up head.
Although her arm was still in a cast, Bo went to the sandlot every day, but she could only watch. Benny wasn't able to run very much, he still had a limp from the twisted ankle. That didn't stop him from playing, and it didn't stop Phillips and the Tigers from going to the sandlot one day.
"What do you want Phillips?" Ham snapped.
"Shut up, Pork chop!" Phillips replied, "We just came to see how Rodriguez and Evans are."
The sandlot gang was surprised. Bo stepped forward.
"They told us you went to the police," she said. "Thank you. If you hadn't, things could have turned out worse then they did."
She held her hand out. Phillips stared at it, before shaking her hand. He nodded before turning around.
"We'll be back." he called over his shoulder.
They still weren't friends, but that one act of kindness had ended the fist fights at least. As the last Tiger peddled off the field, the sandlot gang got back to what they did best: playing baseball. Everything was back to normal, and that was how it was going to stay for years and years to come.
