"Look, I've been throwing this shoulder out since 5th grade, I'm barely gonna feel it! Now stop being a nervous Nellie and just-"

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The first time, spring-5th grade

"Bet ya you can't climb the water tower…" Boxer challenged as he let himself fall back on the bar he was sitting on, ending up dangling from his knees –upside down.

"All the way to the top?"

"Of course…" Ricky chuckled.

"At least up to the railing…" Boxer nodded from where he still hung upside down, "Don't think you can reach the top of it…"

"Bet you I can!" Jack stepped back and looked towards the top of the water tower.

"It's pretty high, Jack…" Nick frowned, "Ma will tan your hide if you end up getting hurt."

"Nah, I won't get hurt…" Jack shrugged, "It's only climbing."

"You really think it's a good idea?" Nick, the more cautious twin asked.

"It could be fun…" Jack grinned with a wild light in his eyes, "How much do I get?"

"Except broken bones?" Nick questioned, gazing up at the railing that went around the tank itself.

"Climbing it without getting a ladder or anything will give you…" Boxer paused as he started thinking, "It will give you bragging rights, five bucks from me…"

Boxer looked over at Ricky who shrugged, "Another five from me, and the right to go first on the swing rope all summer long…"

Jack smirked. Okay, he was climbing that thing.

"You're not getting anything from me…" Nick shook his head, "It's crazy, it's too high and not an easy climb!"

"I don't need anything from you, little brother…" Jack teased, knowing full well that his twin hated being called the 'little brother'.

"You're going to fall down and hurt yourself!"

"Have a little faith!" Jack chuckled as he rolled up his sleeves and stepped towards the water tower.

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It wasn't an easy climb, that was for sure. There were places he barely reached the next hold when he stretched as long as he could. But that was mostly close to the bottom of the tower.

He had just laid one hand on the railing when he met it. It was black and yellow. Angry and feisty as only a wasp can be. It darted straight at him.

He tried swatting it away with his right hand, the one he didn't have wrapped around the railing, only to find that the little sucker was persistent. And that it had about 50 friends in backup.

He HATED wasps. Bees were alright, they had use… But wasps? Wasps were just plain annoying, on every level. And getting stung by 'em hurt bad.

And it still did! He let out a sharp little shout as one of the wasps drove it's stinger into the back of his left hand. He swatted it, making sure at least that wasp wasn't going to sting him ever again.

That was another reason bees were a lot cooler than wasps. Bees were kamikaze pilots. If they stung you, they basically committed suicide. You got your revenge on the insect without ever doing anything.
Wasps? Wasps could sting you as many times they liked, or that was what he had heard at least.

Another wasp got a little too close to his face, and Jack tried swatting it away. It came back angrier, and the whole little swarm seemed to pick up on its anger.

Jack swatted left and right, all while trying to find a new handhold to climb back down.

Just as he swatted away a few that tried to go for his face, a wasp sank its stinger into his right forearm.

He only realized his mistake when it was too late. Instinct had told him to swat away what was causing him pain, and his brain hadn't worked fast enough to make sure he held on to the water tower with his left. And once he let go, gravity only worked one way.

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Nick, Boxer and Ricky all watched in horror as Jack fell with a cry.

The two or three seconds of total silence after Jack had impacted with the ground was unnerving, it made them all freeze solid. None of them able to hurry over to check Jack out.

Not before he started crying. If he was crying, he was alive.

Boxer was the first one able to move. He sprinted over the short distance and slid in on his knees the last few feet.

"Are you hurt?" a sorta stupid question considering that he saw that Jack's left arm was twisted in a very untraditional angle.

The only answer he got was a nod.

"Want one of us to get Ma or Pa?"

Jack shook his head.

"You sure?" he almost couldn't believe Jack's answer. There was no way they were fixing this on their own. This obviously wasn't just a scratch or a bruise. This was broken or something. "I'm pretty sure you broke your arm… Sure you don't want Ricky to head over and get Pa to pick us up?"

Jack nodded, the fingers of his right hand reaching up towards his shoulder.

Boxer watched with sympathy, "Anything I can do?"

Jack shook his head.

"There's gotta be something…" Boxer wasn't quite sure who he talked to as he looked around, to Jack or himself. "You're dead-set on none of us getting any grown ups?"

Jack nodded, again.

"What about Ricky's older brother? He has a car."

This time there was a longer pause, where Boxer figured that Jack actually considered the offer, then he shook his head.

"How is he doing?" it was Nick, he was closer now but still not ready to come all the way over.

"Think he broke his arm!" Boxer called over his shoulder, "Looks that way!"

"He's alive?" this time it was Ricky.

"HE'S CRYING! OF COURSE HE'S ALIVE!" Boxer snapped back before he could stop himself. Then he returned his focus to Jack, "Please, just let Rick go get someone… You're not going to be able to bike back…"

Jack was starting to shake his head, but then he froze and nodded instead.

"Okay, who?"

In between sobs Jack locked eyes with Boxer, "Jerry."

"Jerry?" Boxer repeated, "At dad's farm?"

Jack nodded.

"Okay…" Boxer nodded and twisted around to talk to Ricky. "Rick! Go get Jerry!"

"The farmhand?"

"Who else?"

"I don't know…"

"Well, hurry!" Boxer barked with annoyance, and Jerry nodded and jogged for his bike.

Jerry had helped out at the farm Boxer's dad had since he was 13. He was about ten years older than the boys and had taught them a lot of fun tricks and skills through the years. Like handstands when they were five and how to make a pebble go twice as long when you tossed it. Important stuff like that.

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"Are you hurt anywhere else than your arm?"

"no…" Jack sniffled, trying not to cry.

"Okay, that's good…" Boxer nodded to himself, as Nick finally made it all the way over to them.

"Aw man… That looks bad…" Nick frowned, earning himself a shove from Boxer. "What happened?"

"Wasps." Jack hiccupped, a grimace cementing itself on his face.

"Did you get stung?" Nick frowned.

Jack nodded.

"Good thing you're not Ricky then…" Boxer shrugged, "Or you'd be in real trouble right now."

Jack nodded feebly, "Feels like I'm in real trouble already… What's my arm doin'?"

Boxer shrugged as he tried to find a nice way to put it.

"It's twisted." Nick beat him to the punch.

"Yeah, twisted…" Boxer nodded, it was an okay way to describe it. Not too gross, and yet it covered everything. "Twisted."

Jack still hadn't dared to look towards the source of his pain, in fear that it looked awful.

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It took about half an hour before Ricky returned with Jerry, and Jerry's pickup truck. Before that happened, Jack had managed to calm all the way down, just letting out a few whimpers when he accidentally jostled his shoulder.

"Hey there kid…" Jerry's warm and friendly voice said as the short man made it over to him, flashing a grimace when he saw the odd way Jack's left arm was laid, "You fell from up there?"

Jack nodded.

"That's high up…" he noted as his frown deepened, "What were you doing up there in the first place?"

"Climbing…" Jack admitted in a guilty tone, his eyes darting away from Jerry.

"Okay, not the smartest thing you've ever done…" he sighed, "How's your neck?"

"Fine."

"Back?"

"Fine."

"Did you hit your head?"

"No…" Jack shook his head, "Only hurt my arm…"

"Alright, I'm gonna scoop you up and carry you to the truck, then we can get you to the doctor." Seeing as fear flashed past Jack's eyes, Jerry shrugged apologetically, "You really need that arm checked out. It's either broken or your shoulder's dislocated. And falling from all the way up there, we better make sure you're not bleeding on the inside too…"

"But…"

"Look, if you can fight me off, I'll back off… But unless you're up for that, you're going to the doctor young man…"

Jack didn't even protest when Jerry slid his arms under his knees and back.

"Box, can you help him with his arm?" Jerry asked, locking eyes with Boxer.

Boxer nodded and they both lifted him, causing Jack to once again start sobbing.

"Hey…" Jerry murmured, "I'm so sorry kiddo… It'll get better soon, I promise."

When they reached the truck, Jerry instructed Boxer to climb in first and sit in the middle of the bench seat, then he slid Jack in after him.

Turning to the two other kids, Nick and Ricky, he cleared his voice. "Look, if you want you can hop on the back. There's room for both of you and the bikes. I'll drop you off at the farm if you want to…"

The two of them went to grab their bikes and rolled them over to the truck, Jerry grabbed the two others that were Jack and Boxer's bikes, he lifted all four bikes into the back and nodded at the two kids that had climbed in the bed of the truck. "Alright, you know the rules. Hang on-"

"And don't stand up…" Ricky nodded.

"Good."

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Hours later, Caroline opened the door as Jerry returned with Jack and Boxer. He had called her and explained where Jack was and what kind of injury the kid had. The part about how he had gotten injured he left out for the kids to explain, he knew they probably would end up telling a watered down story, and he was alright with that. These kids caused their parents enough grief as it was.

Okay, so… I almost plan on making more tags to this particular episode/line, But I'll settle for the first time in this chapter. Hope you enjoyed.