Hey guys!

Sorry about before. I've decided that nobody likes being kept waiting, so I'm going to try and even out the making of this story and my others as best as I can. BTW, if you have time, please check them out. 

~Watonie

Peter woke up as soon as the ambulance arrived. He could tell what was happening, but could not feel it. Besides, who wants to draw this much attention to themselves like this? 

Either way, I know that people are appalled at me. How could I lose that match?! Maybe, once I'd recovered, I could ambush Andrew the same way he did to me.

Peter felt himself being carried onto the stretcher and into the ambulance. He landed quite softly, but could hear a deafening BOOM. 

Later

"Oh, man, he looks terrible..." 

"But did you see the way he took on Andrew?" 

"Now that's what I call brave. Not stupid, however. It was coming for Andrew." 

"But I heard a rumor that Peter was telling his plan to Eric and Andrew just barged in and--" 

"You heard a rumor..." 

Peter shifted. He attempted to open his eyes, but they were glued shut. Finally, he raised his hand and patted something soft, like clothing. He could feel blinds being lifted from his eyes. Two boys were standing near him: Eric and Thomas. 

"How's it look, guys?" said Peter weakly, smiling. They put on mock-terrified looks.

"It's absolutely dreadful," Eric wept melodramatically.

"Afeared ya'll ne'er recover," Thomas smacked both hands to his cheeks. 

Eric patted his shoulder consolingly. "If one of us is hurt, we go all the way." Peter looked puzzled, yet had a hunch about them. 

"What did ya do?" he said quite flatly, but showing a little smirk. They all averted their glances from Peter and glanced at each other.

"Killed 'im. And his followers." Thomas smiled. Peter rose from his bed, sitting up. "You did not!" Eric finally spoke up, "We went two-on-one with Andrew. He called us cowards and that we wouldn't dare attack him if we were solitary fightin', but I believe we went 'all the way'." 

"Thanks, guys," said Peter. "I'm glad you stood up for me. I just wish I could've won. That've showed him." Eric furtively glanced sideways at Anthony.

"Well," Thomas said in a low-key tone, wringing his hands. "We kinda told him that Peter's last words 'fore you got slugged was 'revenge'. Now that showed him." 

Peter laughed. And laughed, and laughed. He had no clue what was so funny, it wasn't!

"What you laughing for?" asked Eric, slightly weirded out by Peter, who was wiping tears from his swollen, black-and-blue eyes. 

"Nothin'." Peter chuckled softly. "Just if I saw an Andrew scrambling' away like you told me, I would've died from laughter. The beefy bull finally defeated!" 

They all laughed at this. 

"Peter," said Thomas excitedly. "You can go home tomorrow. You had a minor con...-coos-...ion, but as long as you take a pill for somewhat frequent migraines, you'll be alright." 

"O, I think I'll be leaving today," said Peter casually, leaning forward to seize his written case on the front of his bed. "Don't worry." he added at their puzzled looks. "I've made my ways with the doctors. That's why I'm dressed in a brand-new outfit. No spots of blood or dirt anywhere. See?" he said, pulling his shirt as the boys leaned in, mesmerized at such clean clothes. He pulled his blanket sheets off, stood up, and put his arms over Eric's shoulders, linking them all together one-by-one. 

They walked out of the hospital and into the horizon where the sun was slowly diving into the earth, causing a rosy color to emit from the sky. They looked at the river, then saw that a newly fallen tree about a hundred or so years old was bridging across. Thomas jumped on and saw that it was stable.

"Live or die trying," he shrugged as the others looked at him with raised eyebrows. "That doesn't even make sense," Eric said, grinning. They balanced across the log and walked into the sunset. 

(A/N: So majestic, my triplet-character-boy-kid-things are growing up!)

"Hey," Peter said. "You do know that our parents are going to be seething." 

Eric smiled.

"It's after curfew."