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•Chapter Twenty-Four•

=Chapter Twenty-Four=
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Friday, 20th of September

Ow.

It was really frustrating forcing myself not to heal my wound with water.

I had to pretend to be normal, and that was killing me.

For once.

Ow ow ow ow ow.

I'm fine though! May however, well.. she's fine too. We're both fine.

Jason practically dragged us to the hospital, which was rude because I'm totally fine. Or, I would be fine if Jason could stop wanting to take a look at my wound every five minutes!

If I had felt secure enough to go heal it without repercussions, everything would've been fine! But noooooo...

Jason had to be a mother hen.

Which totally didn't seem like the Jason I knew.

My Jason was the typical quiet book nerd who for some reason could look menacing when he wanted to.

This Jason was an abomination.

Fretting over May and I and insisting on not letting me pick a single thing up to stretch my wound.

Yes, I got stitches. For the first time in my life. I wanted to fly the scene faster then you could say blue cookies™️

And then there was Bella. Bella coddled May like she was a child, often glaring at me and insisting I was the cause of every ache and pain May might've felt, because I "pushed" her into the bookshelves and then "pretended" to try and protect her.

Of course this is all what she insinuated. She never said it to mine or Mays face.

I could just tell she was accusing me of the situation in her mind.

She made May sit and drink tea, (although May preferred coffee) and watch as she and I cleaned up the shop.

Of course she'd only do that when Jason wasn't around, because Jason was the only one of the three of us who could do something that Bella wouldn't challenge.

And speaking of, Jason's windows had came in speedy fast and were installed within 24 hours. Before that we had set up wooden boards to cover the gaping holes from thieves and anyone else who might fancy a free book.

Jason had been a huge help in getting the shop back up, even though he didn't have to.

He admitted he didn't know much about woodworking and construction, which was fine, since we weren't renovating or anything. Just trying to put things back and count our losses.

Apparently the blast was due to the Joker, a crazy clown villain that seemed to be the bane of Batman's existence.

One thing led to another, and the clown was playing with bombs, and a building exploded, causing a massive shockwave that damaged hundreds of buildings close by, and took out windows stretching miles away from the scene.