Chapter 88 - 36
Chapter 36: "Okay, So Maybe Being a Hero is Kinda My Thing"
In which I discover emotional growth is weirder than ghost hunting and possibly more exhausting.
Okay, so here’s the thing no one tells you about winning a fight—it hurts. A lot.
Like, I’m talking cartoon birds circling your head, every bone vibrating like it’s in a rock band, and your body screaming, "Why did we do that?!" while your pride is like, "Because we’re awesome, that’s why!"
So yeah, I was hobbling down the hallway with Sam holding my right arm and Tucker on my left, and we were headed straight for the nurse’s office like war heroes who just barely survived a napalm explosion made of judo flips.
Tucker was giving me a play-by-play of the fight I had just lived through, which was weirdly helpful.
"And when you hit that spinning sweep kick thing—bro, Dash’s soul almost left his body."
"I didn’t know you could sweep someone that big," Sam added, smirking. "I thought we’d have to call pest control to move him."
"Pretty sure I fractured something," I muttered.
"Your dignity survived," Sam said. "And you got that idiot off our backs. That’s worth a few cracked ribs."
I was just about to nod when he showed up.