Newsiesettes - Chapter 8
A week had past since the accident. Yvette had explained everything to us and told us today was the day we could have visitors. All at once newsies piled in the door. The last person to walk through the door was Race. I understood why. He was Mush's best friend. I nodded at him. "Hey Race." I said quietly.
"Hi." He moved uneasily towards me, "You're looking better."
I smiled weakly. "Race, I'm so sorry." I held out my arms and enveloped him. I let him cry, which was strange for me. I'd never saw a man cry before.
He pulled away from me and said, "They said they would let you guys come home tomorrow."
I smiled, "I know. I don't think Grace wants to be alone with the doctor though, so I make fake it a few more days. Poor girl."
Race laughed. After a moment of talking to him, Spot walked over. He nodded at Race, which he took as a "get out of here before I have to hurt you" kind of nod." Race stood up and smiled at me and gave me a light hug. "See you later." and I responded with a nod.
"Hey." Spot said lightly, "I'm so sorry for what happened. It was all my fault. If I had just taken them like I knew I could have..." he began but I cut him off.
"Spot, don't apologize. I don't want that now." I said and he looked away from me. "You did all you could. You're here now. That's good enough for me. That's always going to be good enough for me. Just having you here."
He sighed and gently sat down on the side of my bed. I sat up and reached for his hand and smiled at him.
"Are you coming home today?" he asked me.
"Only if Glitz can. I'm not leaving her here...alone...with that doctor."
He laughed and nodded. "Okay."
Just then Dr. Peterson walked in. I tightened my grip on Spot's hand.
Spot turned to me and his eyes widened. He slipped his hand out of mine and rubbed is sore hand. "What's the matter?"
"I'm sorry." I said sheepishly and smiled. Then my eyes followed Dr. Peterson around the room and I made a face.
"Him?" Spot asked.
"Him? Oh, the doctor? Well...I just don't trust him."
"Why not? Somethin' happen?"
"Happen?" I squeaked, "No, why...why do you think that?" Gosh, note to self: Work on lying if you ever plan to get away with it.
Spot gave me a look. It was a look that made my stomach churn. "Emily..." he said warily.
I sighed. "Nothing happened to me."
"Then who did it happen to?"
"Nothing **happened, really. Lisa just said he was...saying stuff to her. Like how beautiful her eyes were and stuff. Meaningless things. She just wasn't comfortable. Grace didn't want to be here all alone and I told her I'd stay with her."
Spot nodded. Then he turned to face the doctor. "'Ey Doc!" He called to him. "I don't think Emily here's looking too good. She said she still feels bad. Maybe she shouldn't go home yet."
"Oh, really? Well that's a shame that she'll be here alone. Ha, well, if she really doesn't feel well..."
"Alone? What about Grace? Isn't she staying for a few more days?" I broke off the doctor.
"No, there's no reason. She's fine, her ribs healed much faster than we thought they would and she had a check-up today. Everything's fine."
"Oh. Well, Doc," Spot cut in, "maybe you should look over Emily here. I could be wrong. Uh...maybe she's fine. In fact, I'm sure she's fine.
I tried hard to smother my laughter. Dr. Peterson left the room to find Yvette. Not five minutes later, Miss Bouncy herself came in the room. After shooing everyone out of the room, with hugs and kisses and shouts of "I'll be home tomorrow." and "we love you"'s, she came over and looked me over. After about ten minutes of "Does this hurt?" "What about this?" she said, "Well, you seem fine."
"Okay." I smiled. "Yes, I feel fine, too. Spot's just worried."
She smiled back at me.
Glitz giggled. "If that's the case, you can always play doctor when you get home."
"Glitz!" I began to laugh as I turned on my side to face her. I couldn't stop laughing which made her laugh as hard. I suppose Yvette suddenly got the joke because then she started laughing.
"I can hear Spot now." Glitz gasped for air. "Opeeeen wiiiide!" She teased playfully.
That did it. I laughed hysterically and I grabbed my pillow and threw it at her beginning the first-ever-hospitalized pillow fight in history.
