I'm Back!!!

  I apologize for there not being a neter st week.

  Due to heavy rains, the power in muy city was itent for several days, so much so that I had to disect most of my appliao prevent damage from the sudden outages.

  I 't even imagine what those less fortunate, who were closer to the hurrie, went through. I hope all your loved ones are safe.

  Enjoy.

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  Without even thinking, I immediately stood up and guided the two teeo y the third one on the bed, who was still suffering from what was clearly a seizure.

  "He was fine," a woman said nervously as she entered behind the boys into the infirmary, possibly aeacher from the school.

  "Gdis, call emergency services," I excimed while doing a quick physical examination of the boy, trying to stay calm. Gdis was still sitting in her chair, seemingly in shock. "How long has it been? An approximation," I asked seriously, looking at the people who had ehe infirmary.

  "One minute," one of the boys answered worriedly, shrugging his shoulders.

  The boy wasn't makiients or salivating profusely. There was nidity in his body, except for his abdomen, which was swollen. But he was breathing rapidly, even though he had likely lost sciousness. I also noticed his plexion; he looked bad—sweaty, pale, and definitely bradycardic. His pulse, from what I could tell, was below sixty beats per minute, and on top of everything, I detected a faint chemical odor ing from his pants, possibly drugs.

  "What happened?" I asked, still focused on the boy on the bed. "Someone?" I asked again after not getting a response for a few seds. "And what's his name?"

  "He was fine one moment and the , he wasn't," the woman, whnized as a teacher, responded, clearly frustrated and possibly worried.

  "I imagihat part. I want to know if anything specific happened. Did he walk? Say something? Or did he just colpse where he stood?" I asked seriously, trating on ting the beats per minute of his pulse.

  "His name is Matt. He stood up from his seat, murmuring something, and slowly walked to the front of the . He stopped, and then colpsed just as you see him now," fortunately, one of the other boys, uanding what I was asking for, nervously answered.

  "Good," I said, nodding with , as his pulse tio drop.

  "The ambunce is on its way," Gdis finally said nervously, much slower than she should have been, standio me and looking at the teenager on the bed through her small gsses.

  A couple of mier, the teacher and the other students had left the infirmary.

  The seizure had ended after approximately three minutes, and now, with his breathing much more rexed, I too felt calmer.

  As I checked the unscious boy once again, Principal Petersen, followed by a pair of paramedics, quickly ehe infirmary.

  "Male patieeen years old, unscious, presenting with bradycardia, abdominal swelling, and an odor of unknown chemicals. No further medical history," I said immediately upon seeing the paramedics, stepping aside to let them do their job.

  "Got it," one of the paramedics responded seriously, preparing with his parto lift the boy onto their stretcher.

  "That was exhirating," Gdis suddenly excimed, pg her hand on her chest as soon as Principal Petersen and the paramedics left the infirmary.

  "Yeah, it was," I replied slowly, looking at the elderly woman with . "Take a seat," I added gently, taking her arm and guidio her chair. I didn't wao have a heart episode because of the situation.

  "I missed this feeling," she said with a smile from her chair, seemingly enjoying more than just the fact that a student had gohrough a medical episode. "I remember when I met my husband at a first aid shop on the military base. He was a soldier," she tinued a moment ter, apparently calming her heart, effortlessly creating aory about her te husband.

  Gdis was telling me how her husband had received the Medal of Honor in World War II without ever using a ohe infirmary door was suddenly opened again.

  "You're still here," Principal Petersen said, visibly relieved to see me. "I o know what to tell Mrs. Hart when she calls, asking what happeo her son."

  "Probably something about drugs," Gdis, pletely oblivious to who Principal Petersen was talking to, responded indifferently.

  "Or that when the paramedics arrived, Matt was stable enough to be taken to the hospital. He's going to need medical tests and possibly be admitted," I said slowly, as if I were merely a suggestion.

  "Right," Principal Petersen nodded. "Thank you, Gdis," he tinued, nodding to the elderly woman before leaving the infirmary.

  "You kids and your drugs, remio tell you about the time my husband single-handedly took down a mafia boss," Gdis said as she leaned over to pull a pack of cigarettes from her desk drawer. "I'm going to take a break; all this otion has rattled my nerves," she added as she slowly stood up.

  "Sure," I replied, amused by the increasingly fantastical stories she told, ughing.

  The rest of the day at school, what had happened with Matt spread quickly as a rumor.

  "How true is it that a senior nearly died and you saved his life?" Kat asked, sittio me iion, drawing the attention of the other people present, including Mr. Givens.

  "About one pert true. I didn't do anything other than a physical exam," I quickly responded. I didn't need more false rumors cirg around school.

  "I k," Kat said proudly.

  "Let me guess, there's a rumoing around that I performed ope surgery on Matt," I said, slightly frustrated and sarcastic.

  "Basically," Kat said with a grin, pulling out her stuff to, like the previous days, do her homework with my help.

  A few minutes passed while Kat worked on her math homework, occasionally asking me questions about the procedures.

  "And whatever happeo him, do you think it's tagious?" she suddenly asked, ied, as if she had been thinking about it for a while. Once again, the others in the room, pretending not to notice our versation, fell silent to listen carefully.

  "It's quite likely," I said, smiling mischievously and winking at my friend, notig out of the er of my eye hivens, who was in front of us, suddenly stiffened. "But I'm irely sure," I added calmly.

  "I think that's enough for today," Mr. Givens said, standing up immediately and pretending to be calm. "Enjoy your Friday," he added, quickly leaving the , followed shortly after by the other students.

  "It's a lie, right?" Kat asked with a smile and a faint tone of worry.

  "Is it?" I asked pyfully.

  "Idiot," she said, rolling her eyes in exasperation and giving me a light pun the shoulder before pag up her things.

  "I've got about forty minutes before my mom expects me home. Want to grab a ilkshake?" I asked, feeling slightly rebellious after the apparent success of my i prank as we left the .

  "A ilkshake?" Kat raised an eyebrow.

  "They're amazing," I decred, slightly offended, with no iion of debating the matter.

  "You've got a problem," Kat said, amused by my rea.

  After drinking the milkshakes at the mall, as usual, I took Kat home before heading to the Kingman house to drop off the final notes of the week. Once again, Mrs. Kingmaed me, as Mr. Kingman was at the gym, taking measurements to start w over the weekend without affeg busioo much.

  When I got home, my mom, who had apparently heard my car pull up, walked seriously toward the door.

  "What?" I asked, worried, thinking she might have found out about my outing with Kat to the mall.

  "Was there an act at school?" she asked after a few seds of silence.

  "Yeah, a senior had a seizure. I did a physical exam a him to the hospital, stable," I replied, surprised that she knew. Had Mr. Cooper told her?

  "I heard it from Dr. House," as if she had read my mind, my mom said, sighing. "He called, apparently he needs you," she added, shaking her head slightly.

  "Did he take Matt's case?" I asked, surprised. If so, there was a big ce it wasn't drugs after all. That's the first thing any regur doctor would think. House would reject Matt just for that reason. There must be something more.

  "Apparently, audent from your school was admitted an ho," my mom expined, sounding worried.

  "Another one?" I asked, puzzled, lost in thought. Could it be something tagious? No, there would be more than two sick people.

  "Don't take this as lenieny punishments," she added, annoyed. "You go," she tiurning on her heels and walking back to her room.

  Without thinking twice, intrigued by the case, I ran out of the house and jumped into my car, heading straight for the hospital.

  At the hospital, I quickly greeted the nurses who were happy to see me. Thinking ba everything I remembered about Matt from the infirmary, I walked towards the diagnostics lounge.

  "But look who it is, the wonder kid himself, too famous to show up here?" Before I could reach the diagnostics lounge, in one of the hospital corridors, House's always sarcastic voice stopped me in my tracks.

  House, along with Chase, Cameron, and Dr. Foreman, was gathered outside the patient rooms.

  "Very funny," I said, fake-ughing at House's ent as I walked towards the doctors. "Hi," I greeted three-quarters of the group, surprisingly eveing a response from Dr. Foreman.

  "It happe your school. How much do you know about the case? I don't have time to catch you up," House abruptly cut off the cordial iion, asking pointedly.

  "I was in the school infirmary when Matt colpsed," I expined.

  "Of course you were," Chase said, shaking his head with a smirk.

  "Matt?" House asked, frowning.

  "The first patient," Cameron expined, rolling her eyes.

  "Oh," House said, pletely ued iail. "Why were you in the school infirmary?"

  "Part of my punishment," I expined.

  "And what about the sed one, do you know anything?" House asked again, nodding quickly at Cameron.

  "Only what my mom told me. Same symptoms as Matt," I replied.

  "Well, that's good," House said, nodding slowly. "The bad news is, we don't need you here anymore. I don't even know why you came," House decred, smiling maliciously.

  Exasperated by House's grin, I could only roll my eyes. "Did I get here too te?" I asked, slightly disappointed.

  "Only by a few minutes," Chase decred, smiling. "They were exposed to ethyl-parathion."

  "Iicide? Where were they exposed?" I asked, surprised.

  "On the school bus," Cameron responded. "It was used on the route the bus takes."

  "Oh, that must be what I smelled on his pants," I added, realizing.

  "What?" House raised an eyebrow, smirking suggestively.

  "Matt's clothes smelled like chemicals," I expined, ign House's mockery. "At first, I thought it was drugs."

  "Obviously," House said, with exaggerated obviousness, smiling at Dr. Foreman.

  "It doesn't make sense," Chase said, frowning, visibly annoyed.

  "What doesn't?" I asked, fused.

  "That you could smell the iicide on Matt's clothes," Chase expined. "There wasn't enough residue on the bus seat for the smell to be present," he tinued seriously. "Are you sure you didn't smell something else?"

  "Yeah, what did you really smell?" House asked, pretending to be overly intrigued.

  "It's a theory worth cheg," Cameron said, ign House's joke and shrugging her shoulders.

  "Yes, it is," House said, still amused, causing Cameron to nod and walk away.

  "Now do you see why I came?" I asked sarcastically.

  "Don't get arrogant," House said, walking away, still smiling.

  "Yeah, sorry, that's your job," I replied, amused.

  "The smell on the pants—that was a great catch," surprisingly, Dr. Foreman said calmly, much to both Chase's and my surprise. "Were you the one who told the paramedid reported the smell?" he asked.

  "Yeah," I responded, fused by Dr. Foreman's sudden kind words.

  "I o check why that wasn't reported," Foreman muttered, nodding slowly and looking slightly annoyed. "They 't withhold important information like that."

  "Yeah, also the ER doctor, it's impossible that he missed a chemical smell on his pants," Chase said, crossing his arms, agreeing with Foreman.

  Foreman walked away, leaving just Chase and me.

  "So, what did you do that kept you from ing? The nurses were saying you were grounded?" Chase asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

  "I got into a fight," I expined, starting to walk with Chase.

  "Did you win?" Chase asked, sn with amusement.

  "Please," I said, smiling arrogantly at Chase, exaggerating.

  "Sure," Chase said, patting my arm, shaking his head, amused.

  In the diagnostics lounge, only House was there, pying with a small yo-yo in his office. Chase, with nothing else to do at the moment, started reading one of the books on the shelves in the room.

  "Kid," before I could take a seat in one of the free chairs and possibly copy Chase by reading a book, House called out from his office, making the blond doctor o me snort in amusement.

  Sighing, I put the chair bad walked into House's office.

  "A week of ic duty," House decred while pying with his yo-yo. "That's what you owe me for now," he tinued, smiling sinisterly.

  "That's your job," I said, incredulous, dragging one of the free chairs in his office to sit down.

  "And I'm making you responsible for it, so you owe me a week of ic duty," House said ily. "I mean, it's entirely your fault for not ing. And why? A fight?" House poio my fists, squinting.

  Rolling my eyes, exasperated by his attitude, was all the answer House needed.

  "Weird," House murmured, leaning ba his chair, smoothly tossing his yo-yo.

  "What?" I asked, intrigued.

  "You only have healing wounds on your hands, not your face. Did you fight a gay guy who didn't want to mess up your looks?" House asked unpleasantly.

  "This might be o you, but I won. Fights be won," I responded with sarcasm, falsely surprising House.

  "You won? No way. Did you fight a child? Worse, did you fight someone in a vegetative state?" House asked immediately, effortlessly turning it into a joke.

  "No, of course not. I'd oop that low... A cripple, oher hand," I muttered with a sarcastic smile, aimed at him.

  "Oh, scary," House decred, raising his free hand in a mock-scared gesture, grinning widely. "You fet I have a e," he added, lifting his e slightly, as if iion.

  "At least you wouldn't be at that much of a disadvantage," I said, shrugging, amused.

  "You know I turn ic duty into rectal exams at any moment, right?" House asked, obviously eained by our banter.

  That would be pretty low, even for someone like House... Who am I kidding?

  Raising my hands in surrender, I accepted defeat, genuinely worried about having to stick my fingers into aexan man's rectum.

  "K, good choice," House said sarcastically, smiling. "Now, let's see if a week without my incredible presence has ruined your little progress," he tinued, leaning ba his chair after putting down his yo-yo.

  What followed was a series of questions, eae harder tha. pletely made-up cases with radical ges from one moment to the , questions about toxicity on small and rge scales, impossible situations with ent patients—House was testing me on every aspect of what he sidered being a doctor.

  "House," interrupting another of his questions, the three doctors under his aered the office. "Phosdrin," Dr. Foreman said seriously, extending a sheet of printed data. "PJ was right."

  Taking the paper from Foreman's hands, House nodded, pausing for a moment as he and everyone else in the room noticed the still surprising fact that Dr. Foreman referred to me by my name.

  "Hit 'em with the hydrose," House ordered after reading the data on the sheet, causing the doctors nodded and turo leave the way they had entered. "Cameron, go vihe mighty mom to say yes," House said, stopping Cameron before she could leave like Chase and Dr. Foreman.

  "I hate being the only one she doesn't hate," Cameron said, rolling her eyes in frustration.

  "Liar, you love it," House immediately retorted, squinting his eyes pyfully. "Take the kid with you; he might be useful as a bargaining chip," he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

  "Okay," Cameron sighed, ign House's ent and rolling her eyes in exasperation before nodding at me to follow her.

  "Is it true you got into a fight, and that's why you didn't e all week?" Cameron suddenly asked as we walked through the hospital corridors.

  "Everyone knows?" I asked in disbelief. I thought that outside of school, gossip wouldn't be such a big part of my life. Obviously, I was wrong.

  "Your mom told a nurse, and soon enough, everyone knew. I think they all love you," Cameron said, amused, givihe same expnation Chase had. "But you don't look bruised up... well, except for your knuckles," she tiaking my hand to i my knuckles.

  "It was just a small fight," I expined, gently pulling my hand back.

  "Fight?" Cameron raised an eyebrow, incredulous.

  "It caused a big stir because it happened in the cafeteria during lunch. Why does Matt's mom hate everyone? I uand House, but Chase and Dr. Foreman?" Trying to ge the subject, I asked, not wanting to tihe versation about the fight.

  "She's not vihat Chase or Foreman have Matt's best is at heart," Cameron expined. "And House, well, he was House," she added with a slight ironiod.

  "Let me guess, he insulted her when she questioned your decisions?" I said, imagining what could have happened, unsurprised.

  "Yup," the doctor replied, pressing her lips together. "Don't think I didn't notice you ged the subject," Cameron said, suddenly recalling our earlier versation with a smile.

  "One only dream," I decred with exaggerated disappoi, making Cameron snort and roll her eyes.

  "Mrs. Davis, may we talk for a moment?" Cameron said, spotting a proag the coffee table in one of the hospital's waiting rooms.

  "Now what, another reatment?" Mrs. Davis asked, exasperated, as she grabbed a cup to pour herself some coffee from the small mae.

  "We really think the hydrose is the only—" Cameron began, but Mrs. Davis cut her off.

  "I'm thinking about transferring Matt out of here," Mrs. Davis said seriously.

  "Ms. Davis, your son is very sick; he won't survive a transfer," Cameron quickly said, trying to ge the woman's mind.

  "I'm getting a sed opinion from the ter for Disease trol," Mrs. Davis said angrily, clearly not intending to ge her decision.

  "Right," Cameron nodded seriously. "Look, when my grandmot sick—"

  "What?" Mrs. Davis interrupted, irritated. "Yonna tell me about some tough decision you had to make?" she asked sarcastically.

  "I know how hard this is for you," Cameron said slowly, realizing her approach wasn't w.

  "Maybe embroider the story a little? Make it fit?" Mrs. Davis asked sarcastically, clearly annoyed with Cameron.

  "I 't imagine being in your position," Cameron murmured softly, trying to calm Mrs. Davis with her usual kind tone.

  "Hoy? A kind of vulnerable hoy, that's your thing, and the looks," Mrs. Davis scoffed, crossing her arms as she held her cup, preparing to leave.

  "Oh boy," Cameron murmured, disappointed.

  "No, that's not hoy. It's empathy. Hoy is telling you that the CD't give a damn about Matt's dition as long as it's not a public health risk," I decided to interveaking on the role of the bad cop since Cameron's approach hadn't worked.

  "Sorry, what?" Mrs. Davis, seemingly just notig my presence, asked, surprised.

  "As long as whatever Matt has doesn't pose a risk to the general public, the CD't pay any attention to the case," I stated dryly. "Especially not in a small town like Medford," I added with a snort. "There aren't enough resources. It would take weeks for them to even notice you sent a fax."

  My words seemed to catch Mrs. Davis off guard, and she simply remained silent.

  "Who's this?" Mrs. Davis asked Cameron, frowning after a moment.

  "This is PJ Dun," Cameron answered nervously. "He was the first to treat Matt at school. They're cssmates. You might know him from the newspa—"

  "Oh, PJ Dun, I know who you are," Mrs. Davis interrupted, raising one of her hands. "You're the one who sent two of Matt's cssmates to the hospital," she accused, crossing her arms in anger.

  "It was only one," I quickly corrected, defending myself. "And that has nothing to do with this."

  "Yeah, just one," Mrs. Davis repeated slowly, scoffing. "Am I supposed to take reendations from a teenager?" she asked Cameron, pointing at me.

  "He knows a lot about medie," Cameron erying tue in my favor and shrugging her shoulders.

  "I'll wait for the CDC," Mrs. Davis decred firmly, smiling falsely at Cameron. "They send a violent kid and a single woman to hustle the single mom," she muttered as she walked away.

  "Actually, they sent one of the greatest medical talents of ret times and a doctor!" Cameron said, straightening up indignantly. "'They' sent us to tell you that if your so get this treatment, there's a good ce he'll die," Cameron added, stopping the woman iracks.

  "That's what House said about a treatment that would have killed Matt," Mrs. Davis said, her eyes filled with worry and desperation. "You've gotta do better than that."

  "No, it's on you," Cameron replied angrily. "You o do better right now. Yes or no?" she asked seriously, stepping closer to Mrs. Davis.

  "I don't know," Mrs. Davis murmured i, looking Cameron in the eyes.

  "Figure it out. e on, PJ," Cameron said, walking away from the waiting room at a slow pace. "Just a small fight, huh?" a few steps away, Cameron asked me.

  "Maybe not that small," I murmured, slightly embarrassed.

  "Wait!" a moment ter, before we could get much further, Mrs. Davis called out nervously. "Okay, do it," she said, l her head, trying to avoid g.

  "Thank you," Cameron murmured to her as we passed by.

  "The fight... I was defending a friend," I said awkwardly, feeling the o expin myself as I stood beside Mrs. Davis in the waiting room.

  "I know," she said, c her mouth with one hand, obviously worried about her son. "I heard what they did to that poor boy," she added as she walked slowly into the room Cameron had entered a moment ago.

  Knowing that it was now just a matter of waiting for the hydrose to take effect, I made my way back to the diagnostic lounge.

  House, standing outside the lounge, was talking to an older woman who eaking unusually close to him.

  "So, who's yirlfriend?" I teased as soon as the woman bid House goodbye.

  "Oh, don't be jealous. I'm sure if you ask nicely, she help you out," House said suggestively, raising his eyebrows auring with his hand.

  "Don't be gross. What did she want?" I asked, rolling my eyes in exasperation at House's bad joke.

  "To live happily on her own terms," House replied ftly.

  "'t bme her," I murmured, shrugging.

  "No, definitely not," House said with a small smile, watg the woman walk away. "Did you vihe mighty mom?" he asked ohe older woman was out of sight.

  "Cameron did," I replied.

  "Well, let's hope your straish for sniffing other people's pants was the right call," House decred sarcastically as he walked into Dr. Wilson's office.

  As I expected, it took a few hours before Matt and Chi Ling, the sed patient, woke up.

  Knowing there was nothing more to do at the hospital, I said goodbye to the doctors a home, feeling tent, as I always did after a visit to the hospital.

  The days passed, and si was the weekend, aside from washing the cars—with Gabe's paid help—there wasn't much to do.

  On Sunday, shortly after noon, Teddy had made pns with her friends to spend most of the day at the mall after watg a movie. Sin was resting in bed and Bob was out on a st-minute job, the responsibility of taking my sister and pig her up ter obviously fell on me.

  When I returned home after dropping Teddy off with Biand Baja in front of the theater, I found Sheldon dressed in yer upon yer of clothing, wearing Geie's shoulder pads, helmet, and a pair of oven mitts.

  "Remember, the birds won't attack you if you don't bother them, Sheldon," I remihe kid pyfully as I got out of my car.

  "This isn't for the birds; it's f to pet the dog. I think it's time," Sheldon nervously expined.

  "And you were waiting for me?" I asked, surprised.

  "Yes, I thought it would be much better to have some extra prote," Sheldon said seriously, pointing to his outfit.

  "So your pn is to use me as a human shield if the dog attacks you?" I asked incredulously.

  "Correct," Sheldon responded immediately and pletely shamelessly.

  "Got it," I said, amused. "Wait here a moment," I added as I ehe house to drop off my things.

  Following Sheldon, we walked to the Sparks' yard, where the dog was now ed up, lying on the ground.

  "Oh, look at you. You should be free, running wherever you want," I said, approag the dog aing it eically, amused by the animal's excitement.

  "PJ, is it safe for me to e closer?" Sheldon asked from behiill several steps away from the poor ed dog, clearly scared.

  "Yeah, buddy, e on," I said, remembering ere there.

  "Okay, here we go, petting... the dog," Sheldon nervously said as he sloroached me step by step, finally kneeling beside me. "Keep an eye on him, PJ," Sheldon practically begged.

  "Of course," I said seriously, pg a hand on Sheldon's shoulder.

  Sheldon moved his hand with extreme caution, almost in slow motion, as he brought it closer to the dog. His eyes squinted in obvious , and he finally touched the dog. "I'm doing it. I'm petting a dog," Sheldon murmured, surprised at himself.

  "Yeah, that's it, buddy," I said, giving him a light pat on the helmet, proud.

  "I've quered my phobia," Sheldon told me proudly, smiling broadly.

  "Yes, you did," I said, amused, as the kid was still wearing at least three yers of clothiween him and the dog.

  "You're a good boy, yes you are," Sheldon said proudly, nodding as he tinued petting the dog.

  I could see Sheldon gradually being more fortable with the idea of petting the dog without fear. I also noticed the dog slowly getting up.

  "Nope," I said, grabbing Sheldon by the back of the shoulder pads and lifting him quickly, just barely avoiding the dog lig his face.

  "Whoa, what's happening?" Sheldon asked nervously, his feet dangling off the ground.

  "Rules I should've told you from the start," I said as I held my free hahe dog's head for it to lick, l Sheldon back to the ground slowly. "The dog won't hesitate to lick whatever's closest, so you o keep your face away unless you want it licked," I warned him, relieved that I had avoided aable freakout.

  "I uand," Sheldon said, now scared, nodding quickly as he watched the dog tio lick my hand. "I think that's enough for today," Sheldon said, now clearly nervous about the idea of getting licked by the dog, as he moved entirely out of reach of the animal.

  "That's fine, great job, buddy," I said, patting Geie's helmet on Sheldon's head, proud of the kid.

  "Thank you," Sheldon said seriously, nodding with pride. "Could you help me take off the gloves?" Sheldon asked as we walked away from the Sparks' yard.

  "Sure," I said with a chuckle, helping him with the oven mitts. "There you go," I said, g with the mitts in my hands and them to him.

  "No," Sheldon quickly said, shaking his head rapidly as he backed away from the gloves, afraid.

  "Of course," I chuckled, shaking my head and g once more with the oven mitts still on as I followed Sheldon back to his house.

  Upoering the Cooper house, the first person I saw was a tall man sitting on one of the living room couches. Across from him, Meemaw, Mrs. Cooper, and Mrs. Sparks were also seated on another couch.

  "Good afternoon. I'm pleased to inform you all that I've overy fear of dogs," Sheldon announced proudly, seemingly unaware of how ridiculous he looked, still dressed as if he had just e from a football game.

  "Oh, really, Shelly?" Mrs. Cooper asked sweetly, putting her hands over her chest with a smile.

  "Yes, PJ witnessed me," Sheldon decred, puffing out his chest, as if he felt the o prove his feat.

  "Yep, I wit," I said, amused, smiling at everyone present. "Sorry to intrude, Mrs. Cooper, I came to return these gloves," I added after a moment.

  "Oh, thank you so much, PJ, and thank you for helping Sheldon," Mrs. Cooper said as she stood up to take the gloves from my hands.

  "What?" Sheldon excimed, offended. "He was just there as prote," he quickly added.

  "Don't be rude, Shelly," Mrs. Cooper scolded him with a stern look, visibly affeg Sheldon.

  "No, he's right. It was all his own effort," I said, patting Sheldon's helmet once more, amused. I had no iion of taking away his small, yet signifit, achievement.

  "Anyway, thanks, PJ," Mrs. Cooper said seriously, watg her son, who had begun walking toward the bathroom.

  "No problem," I responded with a smile.

  "Howdy, I don't think we've been properly introduced," the tall man in formal attire, holding a Bible, said with a broad smile, notig the slightly temosphere between Mrs. Cooper and her you son.

  "Oh, this is PJ Dun, our neighbor," Mrs. Cooper quickly said, taking the initiative. "PJ, this is Pastor Jeff from our church," she added.

  "o meet you," I said with a smile at the stranger, who seemed to have a perpetual grin on his face.

  "The pleasure is all mihe man replied, still smiling. "I haven't seen you in church. Does your family belong to another one, hopefully not the Catholics?" he asked, leaning in slightly, perhaps joking, causing only Mrs. Cooper to let out a small ugh.

  "Oh, no, I don't think we belong to any church. At least, we never go to church," I expined calmly, for the first time seeing the pastor lose his smile for a brief moment.

  "Oh, that's bad," he said, tilting his head slightly, but with the smile quickly returning to his face.

  "Okay..." I murmured to myself, nodding to the man who tio smile. "Meemaw, Mrs. Sparks," I greeted, nodding to the two women, who both returhe gesture with broad smiles.

  The two women showed obvious signs of having been in a fight, just as Geie had told me several days ago. Meemaw had a nearly recovered bck eye, and Mrs. Sparks was wearing a cap and holding peared to be a bag with a clump of hair.

  "I heard you were in a fight, Aces, and you won. Maybe you could give me some lessons at that gym of yours for ime," Meemaw said sarcastically while throwing a few mock punches in the air. "What, too soon?" she asked when she saw Mrs. Cooper and Pastor Jeff watg her disapprovingly.

  "Wait, the gym that opened o the video store is yours?" Pastor Jeff suddenly asked, surprised.

  I didn't like where this versation was going.

  "I thought it beloo that guy," the pastor tinued, raising his arms as if to show off muscles.

  "Case Walker," Mrs. Sparks said with a smile, biting her lip, while Meemaw nodded enthusiastically, raising her eyebrows.

  "Yeah, him," Pastor Jeff said, nodding nervously. "I've received many ents from ed people who think the pce is too violent," he tinued.

  I noticed how Mrs. Cooper was nodding in agreement with the pastor's words, and I immediately uood the type of "ents" he might be receiving.

  "No, he's the owner. I just help him with administrative stuff," I quickly lied. "If you have any s, you should take them up directly with Case," I added, avoiding whatever ideas the pastht be f in his long head.

  The gym didn't need any attacks from a church.

  "But couldn't you, you know, pass along some messages? It would be a great deed for the Big Guy upstairs," he said desdingly, pointing to the ceiling, still smiling.

  "No do," I responded quickly. "Mr. Walker doesn't take well to structive criticism. Whoever he catches making those ents gets punished horribly," I said, ging the way I referred to Case, pretending to be nervous as I checked the window of the house, as if worried Case might hear. "And I've trained with him sihe beginning. I 't imagine what he'd do to someone he doesn't know," I added, pretending to shudder slightly.

  Sorry, Case.

  I could see Mrs. Cooper frown slightly. She knew Case a little and was aware that, at least with people he didn't train, the muscur man was usually very kind.

  Meemaw, oher hand, seemed to realize her mistake and just nodded in agreement with what I said.

  "Oh well, then I'll tih my efforts to seers. I haven't received any responses yet, but with a little help," Pastor Jeff said, pointing once again to the ceiling of the Cooper house, "everything is possible," he added, winking.

  "That's a great pn," I said, smiling back at the man, while sidering sending a few letters on Case's behalf ohe gym reopened, just to reassure the pastor. "Oh, look at the time, I've got to go," I said exaggeratedly, gng at my watch. "Pastor Jeff, it leasure meeting you. I hope we meet again." That wasn't true.

  "The pleasure was all mine, PJ," he said, giving me a weak handshake.

  After saying goodbye to everyone else, I quickly headed bae.

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  Author Thoughts:

  As always, I'm not Ameri, not a doctor, and not a fighter.

  With that said,

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