From Crutchie To Wheels (And a Little Les Trouble)

1st Annual Crutchless Race

(This is just a cute, fluffy, filler chapter.)

*1 month later*

The boys had healed the best they were going to. Every cast and splint had come off. Crutchie still had random arm spasms and a stutter, but he's happy he can go about his normal business without help. He's also happy this is the last day he's officially supposed to wear the sling, even though he's barely worn it at all.

Jack walked downstairs to a bunch of the guys arguing with half the guys on one side of the room and the half on the other. Half were screaming Timmy and the others were screaming Crutchie.

"What's going on down here?" Jack screamed.

Race quieted everyone down. "I said that Crutchie could beat Timmy in a crutchless race any day.

Specs cut in, "and I bet Timmy could beat Crutchie."

"Sorry specs but I gotta go with Race," said Jack.

"Fine. Lets have a race, Race," Specs taunted. "Loser buys the winners papes for a week."

"Deal."

Race put on his announcer voice. "All right. We're going to start the 1st annual crutchless race in a moment. Competitors, take your places."

"W-where are our p-places, exactly?" Crutchie asked.

"Um. From the couch to the table? 10 feet. Does that sound fair?"

"Yeah," replied Specs. "Ok. Here's the rules. You guys can't hold onto anything or anyone once we say start until you finish. Got it?"

"Got it," Crutchie and Timmy reply simultaneously.

"All right," continued Race. "Competitors, are you ready?"

They nod. All the boys are cheering and chanting.

"The crutches!" Race screams dramatically.

The boys hand their crutches off and hold onto a shoulder for balance.

"On you marks. Get set. Go!"

They both immediately start hopping. About halfway there, Timmy trips on the rug. Crutchie is laughing so hard at him that he falls, too.

They both collapse to the floor within seconds of each other.

As Crutchie falls, he hits the floor and immediately clutches his bad arm. Jack runs over to help him.

"Oh my gosh! Crutchie are you ok?" Jack said as he kneeled down.

No response. Crutchie started to shake a bit.

"Crutchie!"

Crutchie looked up and grinned. Then started laughing. "I g-got you g-good, d-didn't I?"

Jack whacked him over the head with his hat. "Don't ever do that to me again! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"I win!" Timmy screamed from next to the table.

"That's n-not fair!" Crutchie whined.

"All is fair in love and war," Specs said handing Timmy his crutch.

"Get up, you little liar," Jack said holding out his hand.

"N-no. I j-just wanna lie d-down here."

"Fine," Jack said, throwing his crutch on top of him.

"Y-you know, I think I'll j-just sleep here t-tonight. All this hopping's g-got me t-tired. Goodn-night."

"Whatever. Try not to get stepped on."

"Hey, Race. I think you owe someone a weeks worth of papes," said Specs.

"Ugh. Fine."

"Hey everyone, lights out soon," Jack said as he went up the stairs.

Everyone followed up the stairs, except for Crutchie, who was already asleep on the floor. Jack went back down, and him and Specs carried Crutchie and his crutch upstairs and put him in his bed.