Hi everyone! Thanks you so much for the reviews, it really means a lot to me. Just a little information about me:

I'm 14 years old and I live in Australia.

I love Newsies (as you can tell) and I love the interaction between Jack Crutchie. I think it's adorable!

I don't own Newsies, and once again, thank you so much for the review. Now without further ado, here's chapter 2!

The sun had just risen above the horizon. It was time to start another day working for the newsboys of Manhattan. They all had gotten up quietly, making sure that they didn't wake Crutchie. He needed all the sleep he could get.

Jack was up in his 'Penthouse' drawing for the first time in two years, goodness it had been a long time. His sketches were rough, but he didn't mind. It got his mind off of what was happening down below the roof.

'Santa Fe,' he thought to himself. 'I promised Crutchie that he'll be riding in style, now I don't even know if he'll even get there. I promised him so many things. Promises that I may never be able to give him. No, Jack, he will be fine, you'll see.'

Little did Jack know, Race had come up the ladder to check on him. He was lost in his thoughts.

"That's a nice pic ya got goin' there," Race said.

"Huh? Oh, thanks Race. What do ya need?" Jack asked.

"We'se just leaving, you coming?"

"Uhh...nah, I'll stay 'n' look after Crutchie."

"Okay den."

Race left Jack and caught up with the other newsboys, leaving Jack to his thoughts again.

After some time, Jack decided to go back down and check on Crutchie, who was, somehow, still asleep.

'How can he sleep through the racket that the boys make?' Jack thought to himself. Jack gently shook him awake, making sure that he didn't touch his leg, incase it hurt.

"Crutchie, Crutchie wake up," Jack said gently whilst shaking him awake.

"Huh, wha?" Crutchie yawned.

"How's youse feelin'?" Jack asked.

"Not good..." Crutchie replied through a hoarse voice.

"I'm gonna get a doctor here, okay?"

"Okay..."

As Jack left, Crutchie fell asleep again. The sickness had really taken a lot out of him. He wasn't sure how long he had left.

Jack returned with a doctor, finding that Crutchie was asleep again, and so he shook him awake again.

"Crutchie, wake up. I've got a doctor here," Jack said quietly.

"Oh...hiya Jack..."

'Crutchie sounds even worse than before,' Jack thought.

"Hi, my name is Dr Heinsberg, I've heard from Jack that you haven't been feeling well for about two weeks and that you had polio when you were younger?" the doctor spoke up.

Crutchie gently nodded his head. He felt terrible. He hadn't felt this bad since he first had poliomyelitis, which was horrific.

"Ise...hasn't felt dis bad since Ise had polio." Crutchie said quietly. "It hurts ta move. Especially me's bad leg."

"Hmm, I'm going to have to take a look at your leg."

Jack gently lifted the blankets up to show Crutchie's shrivelled leg. It was looking worse than ever before. The doctor took one quick look at it, without touching it, and was shocked at what he saw.

"Goodness! You need to go to hospital right now!" the doctor exclaimed. "The polio has come back!"

Now that was the last thing Jack wanted to hear, the damn polio has come back.

"Will you please help me lift him, Jack?" the doctor asked.

Jack hurried took ahold of Crutchie's thin and weak arms, and the two lifted him off the bed.

Crutchie had screamed out in pain, and as he crumpled down from the pain that he was feeling, he blacked out.

OOOOH CLIFFHANGER! I'LL UPDATE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!