Alright, here it is. The next chapter may be short on the coming because of school, but it will be posted. Thanks peeps!
Clara rushed into the room, her hair falling out of her hat in strands. "I ran here as soon as I heard! Are you alright!" my concerned friend asked.
"She sure did run all the way," a breathless Racetrack came in behind her. This made me laugh, then wince as my shoulder throbbed. Spot was flitting around the room getting things ready for the afternoon, setting out clean bandages and checking the cupboard for easily-accessible food.
"Nurse Spot?" I asked teasingly.
"Yeah Shake?" he was facing the washbasin in the corner.
"Come here, I need something," I smiled. This would be so much more exciting than just telling Clara. Spot walked over and leaned down next to me.
"Yes?" he asked innocently.
"Just kiss me," I used my uninjured arm to pull his collar, he leaned over and planted a warm kiss to my lips. I got butterflies in my stomach and smiled as he stood up. "Maybe Clara can take care of me today, you need to sell. I can see you're getting restless in here with me, just go sell with Race. Clara will be my nurse today," I said reassuringly. Spot nodded and grabbed Race's sleeve, pulling him from the room. I think Race's chin was dragging on the ground as he let Spot lead him away.
"Really? Spot?" Clara asked, as if unimpressed.
"Yes, and he's a great kisser!" I smiled. She squealed and grabbed my good hand.
"I know, it must be a newsie thing," she raised her eyebrows.
"What do you mean….oh," I said. "Race is a good kisser huh? I bet he's not as good as Spot!" I argued.
"Whatever, I would place money on Race being better!"
"Boys will be boys," I laughed, "Won't you?" I called. The door creaked open a crack and two guilty faces peeped in.
"I bet I'm da bettah kissah," Race said sheepishly.
"No way, dat's Spot Conlon's territory!" Spot said.
"Get out of here! Go sell!" I shooed the boys away as Clara and I caught up.
"What's your newsie name again?" Clara asked.
"Shakespeare, Shake for short. Yours?" I asked.
"Smiles," she giggled. "Cause I couldn't stop smiling around Racetrack….so it led to my inevitable nickname."
"Fitting," I said.
"How did you end up injured Juli?" she asked.
"It's a very long story," I sighed.
"We have all day," she helped me to a sitting position and I began my story. After finishing, she stared with an open mouth.
"That's why you weren't here that week, I came looking for you and Spot said you were gone," Clara said sadly. "I'm so sorry, what do you think about the issue with Bronx?"
"I don't know what to think," I sighed again as a timid knock came on the door. "Get it would you?" I asked. Clara walked over and opened it, standing there, looking rather lost, was Angel. "ANGEL!" I cried.
"Shake, how are you?" her voice was quiet.
"Okay, Spot called the doctor. Where have you been? Why are you here?" I rushed.
"I left Bronx, I warned Indy that I would leave him if he did something stupid, and you got hurt. So I left. They sent birds after me, but I didn't want t to go back, they even kicked Indy out. Mouse is the leader now," she said, her voice getting stronger.
"That's amazing," I shook my head. "Wait, won't Indy do something even stupider to get back at Spot again?" I asked.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Angel sighed and sat on a vacated chair.
"It's alright, you can stay here," I offered. Angel nodded.
"Thank you, I don't have anywhere else to go," Angel laughed quietly.
"I was with him for three years, and just now I realized I didn't love him at all," she laughed again.
"Life is strange," I said comfortingly. We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and eating some of the food Spot left us. Soon, the boys, driven by paranoia, returned.
"Angel?" Spot said.
"Yeah, Indy got kicked out of Bronx," I said. Spot went pale.
"We gotta get you somewhere safe! Race, I need your help! We need to get food, medical supplies, and some cots to the secret room," Spot said hurriedly.
"Alright," Race started carrying things and so did Spot and the girls.
"Don't you think this is overreacting?" I asked.
"Nope," was the unanimous answer.
"You saw what he did last time right? You're injured badly, Indy will kill someone for his freaky little issues," Spot sad. Angel agreed. After they were done freaking out about things Indy would do as I was carried to a secret room in the basement. Wow, Spot had his own little city in this building!
"Alright, now, how are we supposed to handle this situation?" I asked.
"I have no idea whatsoever," Angel said.
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