The rest of their day passed uneventfully, especially since Angie wasn't allowed to do anything. A-rab didn't want her being up and about, afraid of her messing up her shoulder even more. Sometime as it was growing darker outside and Angie started complaining about her shoulder throbbing, he realized that they hadn't even thought about painkillers. They could easily go down to Doc's and get a bottle of aspirin, so why hadn't they thought of it? He figured it must have been due to all the chaos yesterday. He called Riff over and informed him of their need to go out.
"You're not going anywhere," Riff said authoritatively. "You've gotta take care of her and make sure the Sharks don't come back for round two."
"I think it's better if we all just go to Doc's. There's twelve of us that way to protect her and nobody would be caught alone in an ambush." A-rab said, trying to convince the leader. He was right and he knew it, but Riff was about as stubborn as he could be and he doubted he'd convince him easily.
"If we're in a group and the Sharks ambush us, there's at least one of them to occupy every one of ours and then some to get at Angie. What happens then, A-rab?" Riff retaliated. Bernardo had more people in his gang than the Jets had and it would be no problem to start a rumble and kidnap Angie before any of them knew what happened. He didn't want to see that happen. Not so soon after she'd been hurt. He knew that her bruises hadn't just healed overnight and that stab wound hadn't either. He didn't want to further her pain by fucking something up.
"Doc's is only a few blocks over. We'll be there in less than twenty minutes and we'll keep Angie in the middle of us. She'll be gaurded on all sides and even safer when we get to Doc's. It'll be fine, Riff." A-rab explained, hoping he'd see reason. This was safer. He feared leaving Angie alone for even a second but he wasn't going to just not do everything he could to help her. She needed medicine and he would get it for her while keeping her right be his side. Nothing would happen to her if they were all around her, protecting her almost like the Secret Service did for the president.
Riff seemed to turn his word's over in his head, watching the scenario play out before nodding reluctantly. A-rab was right. They would keep her safer in a group and it was only a short walk. The Sharks usually stayed on their part of town during the night anyways unless they'd planned a war council ahead of time, which they hadn't, so he figured they wouldn't run in to them.
He whistled to get the attention of the rest of the guys and informed them of their latest escapade. Everyone moved from their positions and headed to the door, Riff leading them. A-rab dug around under the mattress and pulled out his ratty old jacket and handed it to Angie. The temperature outside was dropping as the light decreased and he didn't need her to get sick on top of everyone else. He took her hand and pushed through the other guys until they were in the middle of the group.
He nodded to Riff and they left the safety of their hideout. He kept his hand on Angie's arm, ready to pull her away if anyone attacked them. He was vaguely aware of Anybodys trailing behind the group but he paid her no mind. Riff had appointed her to replace him and she'd taken that to mean that she could follow them wherever they went. He didn't particularly like it but he'd deal with her later. Right now he had one goal; to get Angie to Doc's safe and sound.
They walked in silence for fifteen minutes with no incident. They hadn't see so much as a stray cat the whole way there. They weren't even fifty feet from Doc's door when Riff caught sight of the head Shark himself leaning against the building.