Day 6; September 9, 2019

I suffered through immense pain throughout the weekend, and eventually couldn't bare it. I went over to the hospital Saturday morning, where they took me in and gave me a real cast. Most surprising of all, they didn't charge me a nickel, like I thought they would. But they said some pretty strange things about my wounds and arm. Stuff like:

"How is your arm split down the middle?"

"Man, I wish I had as much grit as you. Best I could do was rip a wart off!"

But that was just the just of it. The guy who told me that he ripped off a wart made me back away from him slightly. Not in disgust, just in self defense because I didn't want him to rip off anything of mine.

The doctor came in and shooed everyone out like flies. I guess I somehow didn't notice that ten people were in the room with me. Then he said something like:

"I'm glad you came here son, because that arm of yours..." He pointed at my arm, "...was starting to show some signs of infection. You were lucky that that nail hole in your hand also didn't cause infection. I mean, how could someone have the bones in their arm split down the middle." He paused.

"Speaking of which, how did you get that wound?" The doctor asked.

I thought intensely on what to say to explain what happened. I finally decided on a cover story for him.

"I work for a construction company. While I was working on nailing a couple boards together, I accidentally missed and the nail gun I was using shot straight through my hand," I lied, pointing to the center of my hand, "which the shot was so powerful it actually went through my hand and shattered a window." I revealed the cut marks from the glass shards of the broken beer bottles Weston, Joey, and their gang were using.

"That's quite an interesting story," Doc said. "You know, your medical skills are pretty sharp for someone who doesn't know much of medical school," He said. "We could use people like you on our team. Care to join?"

I thought about it for a moment, but finally came to an answer.

"Sorry Doc, but I don't think I would be great for the job."

He looked bummed for a sec, but he came back to it. "Well, feel free to visit anytime you want, even if you aren't injured."

I left the hospital and started to walk home.

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Back to the main story, today is Monday, and as suspected, Weston and his gang were gonna try and pick me off. But I had some slight preparations.

"Yo," Weston called out from behind me. "Care if we join you friend?"

I instantly thought no, but by the time I had tried to get away, they were already by my side. "Hey friend, think you could lend us, I dunno," one of his gang members said casually, "200 dollars?"

"Hell no! What makes you think I have that kind of money?" I said. But they obviously wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Buddy~," the same gang member said with a tone of violence, "lemme rephrase that." Joey and him took me by the arms, but I was ready to fight. I felt jubilant and ready to throw in some kicks. Before they could make their move on me, I twisted from their grip and laid down on the ground, using one foot to swipe my feet from underneath Joey, while the other foot did the same. Instant success.

They fell almost in slow motion, the sounds of their skulls smashing against the black concrete sidewalk. Weston stepped back in surprise, but I already took that in for account. I rolled backward and used my left hand to push me upwards. Weston didn't hesitate and threw a punch that went straight into my teeth. His other gang members left for some reason, but that didn't decrease the gang's manpower. The force knocked me back, my teeth bleeding and in agony. He threw a quick left hook, but ducked down and used my free hand to grab him by the shirt and knee him in the stomach, mainly because I knew he wouldn't flinch if I dealt the damage in the balls.

For some reason, he wasn't very strong in his stomach area and he keeled over, coughing up some blood and gasping for air, like a fish out of water. I didn't hesitate to make a run for it.

Even though I missed first period today, I still was proud that I took on Weston's gang without taking much damage. Accept for my teeth being bashed in, the rest of the day seemed to run smoothly. At lunch, I was in such a good mood, that I crossed off a random name from the list. I was feeling extremely generous. But it still wasn't going to get me to crack a very big smile. Well, maybe the idea from Friday night was...