Page 178 of Demons Dig Donuts

Overheard, a giant blur of white light zoomed toward the dragon. A quick whoosh implied it was something flappy and feathery. Considering Seymour was here, Indy assumed it was Sariel.

Seymour looked up, smirking. “Show off.” He gave Indy a quick salute. “Try not to die, huh? Keep your head down and stay safe.”

“You just give me two seconds and I’m gonna be right there,” Indy wheezed as he sank to the ground, leaning against the front wheel of the truck.

“Stay,” Seymour warned firmly, though he offered a kind smile. “Can’t kick ass if you’re dead.”

“Touché.” Indy watched him hurry off with Day to join the battle against Murray, and he felt absolutely pathetic. Everything hurt. He could barely breathe, much less hold his staff. He heard Dill’s frantic screech and Aodnait’s wailing reply, and he wished to whatever god might be listening to help him please get the hell up.

He had to fight.

He had to do something.

“Hey!” Neil plopped beside Indy. “Are you okay?”

“Monster Fucker Squad showing up in spades,” Indy said with a weak grin. “Yay.”

“Yup. That’s us.” Neil grimaced when he saw the state of Indy’s arm. “Lou! We need Sawbones!”

“On it!” Lou growled. “It’s time for grub, Sawbones.”

A man with a thick beard and long hair appeared, his face obscured by all the tangles. He wore an old military uniform and an apron covered in blood. Indy took a moment to get past all the blood before he realized Sawbones wasn’t hiding his face with his hair—he simply did not have a face.

Great.

Wonderful.

A gaping black hole. So cute.

“Time to visit the troops, Sawbones.” Lou pointed at Indy.

From the empty hole of his face, Sawbones pulled out a thick glass syringe. He held it up and then headed right at Indy.

“What the fuck is that?” Indy squealed. “I’m trying to quit. Do not want.”

“A friend,” Neil soothed. “Just try not to… stare. If you can. It’ll be quick, but he’s going to heal you.”

“Oh my God.” Indy definitely stared.

“Stay with him.” Lou nuzzled Neil’s cheek. “Summon Buffy if you can, all right?”

“All right.” Neil gave Lou’s furry ear a scratch. “We’re supposed to have dinner at Everhart’s, so… don’t die.”

“I’ll do my best, baby.” Lou dropped to all fours and then took off. There was still no sign of Mr. Heiss or Mr. Mitternacht anywhere.

Indy grimaced as Sawbones stuck the needle in his shoulder. The sting was brief, and he felt oddly tingly all over. He groaned, watching his arm morphing back into a normal shape. The pain faded, and he was able to flex his hand. He peered up at Sawbones, flashed a bright smile, and said, “Great. Thank you. Awesome. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

“Wait, what are you doing?” Neil tried to grab him.

“I am going to do what I do best.” Indy swatted Neil back, hopping to his feet. He twirled the staff and took a deep breath. “I am going to go fucking ruin a demon’s day.” He paused. “Not my demon though. The other demon this time.”

“Indy—”

“Can’t hear you!” Indy sang out cheerfully as he ran around the car. “Bye!”

“Dammit!” Neil groaned, scampering after him. “Indy, this is a very bad idea!”

“If it was Lou in trouble, what would you be doing?”