Chapter 12 Question Filled Nigh (1/2)
”AAAARRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH,” Laz's scream echoed through the barn, shocking the two old men out of their daze. He grabbed his right hand with his left and started cradling it.
”Well, that's to be expected,” his grandpa muttered walking over to him. He seemed somewhat relaxed. Although it was hard to tell from his expression, Laz almost thought his grandpa was happy he got hurt.
”Well now, guess that bag was in worse shape than I thought, ah well. I will string it back up tomorrow.” Although Bill seemed nonchalant, he knew that this old heavy bag was still in good shape. Bill had been many things in his past and a boxing trainer was one of them, so even if he had retired, he still kept up his equipment.
”So, how did that happen?” Grandpa Crowe ask Bill while reaching for Laz's hand.
”You got me. Your kid here is what? 50 kg max? That bag is a 70 kg one. Honestly speaking, it should have knocked him flying,” Bill replied while walking over.
”How's it look?”
”Sprained, but not dislocated or broken, so no problems.” Grandpa Crowe rubbed around the wrist a bit more while Laz gritted his teeth hard, trying not to scream.
”Alright, least he didn't mess that up. Ok old man, get yourself home. He will be ready for pick up tomorrow around 5 pm,” Bill commented while looking at his watch.
”Ok, thanks again Bill. If I don't make it here..” Grandpa Crowe began before muttering a bit.
”Yeah yeah, it's fine. I will send him back.”
”Alright. See you tomorrow Laz. Try not to move that wrist around much. Bill will splint it up for you later. And uh... just remember... this is for your own good.” Grandpa Crowe stopped speaking at this moment after uttering those ominous words. He looked at Bill and walked back towards the truck.
Laz walked over in time to watch him turn the truck around and head out on the dirt driveway.
”You know, your grandpa is one of the best men I've ever known,” Bill stated while going into a trunk that was sitting next to the door. He began digging through it before pulling out an old glove attached to a harness.
Walking over towards Laz, he slipped his throbbing hand into the glove portion before locking the harness into place on his forearm. This would lock his wrist into place and not let him move it for the time being.
”The why did you call him an asshole?”
”Just cause he's a good man doesn't mean I have to like him, does it? Lets go get some dinner.”
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Dinner consisted of a stew cooked in an old iron pot on top of a camp fire. Laz gathered the wood from the wood pile while Bill washed out the pot and grabbed the ingredients from inside the trailer.
With the fire burning, it helped to chase away the constant cold in the air and actually caused Laz to feel quite warm.
”Your sleeping in the barn tonight, climb the ladder to the loft at the far end. The barn should stay pretty warm but there are some blankets next to the first stall. Take one to sleep on and one to cover up with.”