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Yeah, I'm trying something new out here. If I like it I'll keep it up. Anyway, while short, I think a lot of you will like the content of this chapter. Besides, I've got a bonus chapter to write and I don't want to delay the standard chapter. Speaking of which, these are the people who will be getting it.

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In addition to the bonus chapter, I want to thank you for the encouragement, suggestions, and constructive criticisms. They've been a great help in continuing the story. With that said, I haven't actually decided what will be the content of the story. So, I'm open to suggestions. It can be just like the usual chapters, it can focus on Dave, it could be third person, it could even be unrelated or include suggestions from everyone. Let me know what you think.

And finally, enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think.


I have crutches.

I tried to convince my Doctors, Marcus, and myself that I didn't need them. I swore up and down that I didn't need them. I stood by my bed and walked around the room without them. I was fine!

And then just as I was walking back to the bed, an honest to god stabbing pain lanced up my leg, through my hip, into my spine and I crumbled like one of those little tension toys.

Convinced it was just a fluke I still refused the crutches. I did another lap to prove it and made it back to my bed safely this time. The doctors shrugged and said I could have the crutches if I changed my mind. On one trip to the bathroom it happened again though. Luckily I caught the doorframe instead of going straight to the floor that time.

Then when I was finally discharged, while Marcus was filing out the papers at the desk, I decided to get up and go meet him so we could get the fuck out of there faster. Dave tried to stop me. I should have listened to him, really, but I wasn't going to let people treat me like I was weak.

It happened again in the middle of the hall.

Dave managed to catch me. No one else was close enough at the time. Dave asked if I was okay now, I told him I was but when I tried to stand again my leg wouldn't support my weight and I fell into him again. He started to say something but I said, "Just get me the fucking crutches"

One of the nurses chose that moment to tell me all patients had to leave the hospital in a wheelchair. "Oh fuck me," was the only response I had to that.

So now I have crutches.

I don't use them very often. If I'm just moving round in the same room I do it on my own, but I don't feel like falling on my face again so if I go more than a few steps I take them with me.

They're actually really easy to use. I'm surprised people have problems with them.

So, I missed two day's of school, I was told to take another off, and Marcus picked up my homework for me, leaving me with a lot of free time and an unjustifiably large stack of work. Not having anything better to do though I dove in to it.

At least it stopped me from being bored.

Angela did come over later though. She apologized for not seeing me in the hospital because her mom was too busy to take her. I told her it was fine and she started catching me up on what was going on at school. I didn't care of course, but it was nice to have the company.

I did cringe though when she sat on my bed hugging the teddy bear with the AK-47 in it. I just sat there praying she wouldn't notice anything odd about it while she kept talking about who was doing stuff I didn't care about.

She did mention that Dave hadn't been in school since I was attacked. She didn't know why, but everyone figured that he'd been suspended. She wasn't surprised after what he did to the kid.

That caught my attention.

I asked her if she knew what he did.

"Oh yeah," she said, "We saw the whole thing."

"So what happened? All I know is he beat the fuck out of him."

"That's what happened."

"Details woman!"

"Fine fine. Jessi and were coming around the building and saw that guy kicking you on the ground and you weren't moving. Dave was already running at him and tackled him. The guy got up and tried to run but Dave was too fast for him. He caught him by the shirt and threw him into the wall and tried to pin him there, but the kid pushed him away and tried to run for it again. Dave caught him almost immediately, spun him around and punched him the face. He probably would have floored him with that punch but he was still holding onto him.

"So the guy tried fight back but it was kind of pitiful. Pretty much everything he threw at Dave was blocked and what did hit him he, he just shrugged off. Dave just kept punching, kneeing, and elbowing him until he finally stopped fighting back. That's when Dave threw him face first into the wall. He bounced off and fell to the ground just lay there bleeding and moaning.

"Dave started yelling for help then and not long after the paramedics showed up. They took both of you to the hospital, and after that I don't know anything until you texted me in the morning."

Dave hospitalized the kid? I really didn't think he had it in him. Not that I didn't think he could do it, I mean he shot D'Amico with a fucking bazooka. I just didn't think he would do something like that. But he did. He beat a kid bloody to protect me.

It kinda makes me feel all fuzzy inside.

It also gave me an idea for training Dave. I've known he wasn't a bad fighter since I first saw him, and he did pretty well against those two douches on Halloween. What he really needs is some experience and conditioning. I can teach him more techniques as he improves.