Golden West Postgame

My body was hurting. My foot. My ankle. My knees. My hip. My hands. My elbows. The only body part that was really safe was my head and face. Which wasn't too bad. 

"Hey!" Noah was next to me in a blink of an eye. He took a knee to look at me. "Are you okay, Jake? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Amateur." I heard a scoff from an unfamiliar voice. 

"Go away, you loser." Noah brush away the runner. "Hope you guys choke against Servite."

The guy glared before walking away. 

Noah was trying to pull me to my feet, but a hand stretched out to stop him. 

Garret arrived. "Wait. If anything hurts, Drew might want him to stay on the ground."

I waved them both away. "I'm okay. Nothing but a few bumps or bruises." I stood up on my own and picked up my hat that had fallen off my head in the collision. 

"Wait! How can you be so sure?" Noah asked, frantically moving about, drawing more attention to us.