CHAPTER TWELVE
I slept well that night and into the next day. My parents brought my meals to me while I was in bed, which was nice, while the pain in my shoulder started to subside. It would still be a while before it fully recovered, of course, but I was grateful that it was healing at all. Part of me had worried that my fight with those two vigilantes had ruined my body’s natural healing process, but so far it seemed okay. I didn’t dwell on that for too long, though, because I was worried that I might be jinxing myself if I did, even though that was a pretty silly thought to have.
I browsed the Internet a lot and kept track of the news. Not much had happened since I went back to my home; there weren’t any reports of increased vigilante activity or anything. There was an article on the
