Spot's small room was gray with the early morning light by the time Blush knocked timidly on the door. Footsteps were heard inside the room, and her heart leaped when the door opened to reveal - Crackers, another one of Spot's boys. He immediately opened it all the way upon seeing her.
"Heya Blush. Thank god you're here. He needs someone, an' I can't think of anyone better qualified." He whispered to her, smiling down at the girl who had captured almost every heart in Brooklyn. She smiled back, but her eyes were already filled with tears as she looked over at the immobile figure in the bed.
"Thanks Crackers...could you wait outside for me? I'll be needin' some thing in a second. I jist gotta check him out first."
"Sure, Blush. Your wish is my command." He slipped out the door. Blush turned her attention to the patient now, and began making her way towards him. When she reached the bed and looked down at his ashen face for the first time in nearly a month and a half, the tears that had been threatening since she left Manhattan began to overflow.
"Now, Blush, stop it. Crying won't make him any better, and he needs your full attention. So stop acting like such a girl and take care of him!" Blush spoke sternly to herself, wiped away her tears, and got to work.
***
Three days later, there was no change in Spot's condition. He hadn't woken up and had barely moved of his own accord since she had been there - in fact, the only thing that assured them of his continuing life was the shallow, gasping breathing heard from their patient. Blush hadn't slept more than five minutes in a row since being there, and one would've thought that she would've considerably worse that she did before. Quite the contrary - Blush had blossomed back into the capable, beautiful girl she had been so many weeks ago. Her eyes were bright, and while they were full of worry, they were also full of something else when she gazed down at Spot. It was the same expression that had been in Spot's eyes in Tibby's, the last day that the three best friends were all together. Jack thought that she had never been more beautiful than she was now, sitting by Spot's bed smoothing his bedcovers with all of the love she had to give shining in her eyes.
I hope to god that that boy wakes up and sweeps her off her feet. I don't want her to ever hafta settle for anyone that she doesn't love half as much as she loves him. Jack thought as he sat by the window, watching the pretty scene in front of him.
***
Many hours later, Jack had long since gone to bed. Blush stood up, stretching her stiff body after having sat by Spot's bedside all night. Peering through the thin curtains at the rising sun, she stifled a yawn.
"Spot, the sun is rising. It's going to be a beautiful day." She turned away from the window and made her way back over to the bed. " I shouldn't be awake this early, you know. I should be in my warm bunk with you towering over me, planning your tortures for the day." She sat down on the bed beside him, slipping off her shoes. "You should be trying to wake me up, being as annoying as only you can..." she lay back, curling up beside him. "You should be waking me up with an uninterrupted kiss." She rested her head on his chest and nestled herself against his side. "And I should be telling you that I love you."
Her eyes closed, and she slept, finally, wrapped around the man that she loved more than anything in the world.
***
Ten minutes later, there was a movement from the bed. Sleepy gray-blue-green eyes opened, a hand reached up to push hair out of his face. Spot Conlon attempted to sit up, but was hampered by a weight on his chest. Looking down in surprise, he was met by the sight of a familiar brown head reclining on his chest, the owner's arms wrapped securely around him, her legs tangled with his. Smiling in amazement, he softly stroked Blush's cheek before pulling her into his arms.
"God, I missed you." He mumbled into her hair, hugging her tightly to him and breathing in her sweet fragrance. He gently untangled himself from her embrace and tucked her in securely. Kissing her on the forehead, he paused to watch her sleep for a moment before slipping out the door and down the stairs, where he was greeted with amazement and joy by his boys that had long since given him up for dead despite their belief in Blush.
AN: review, review, review... please?? *pout*
"Heya Blush. Thank god you're here. He needs someone, an' I can't think of anyone better qualified." He whispered to her, smiling down at the girl who had captured almost every heart in Brooklyn. She smiled back, but her eyes were already filled with tears as she looked over at the immobile figure in the bed.
"Thanks Crackers...could you wait outside for me? I'll be needin' some thing in a second. I jist gotta check him out first."
"Sure, Blush. Your wish is my command." He slipped out the door. Blush turned her attention to the patient now, and began making her way towards him. When she reached the bed and looked down at his ashen face for the first time in nearly a month and a half, the tears that had been threatening since she left Manhattan began to overflow.
"Now, Blush, stop it. Crying won't make him any better, and he needs your full attention. So stop acting like such a girl and take care of him!" Blush spoke sternly to herself, wiped away her tears, and got to work.
***
Three days later, there was no change in Spot's condition. He hadn't woken up and had barely moved of his own accord since she had been there - in fact, the only thing that assured them of his continuing life was the shallow, gasping breathing heard from their patient. Blush hadn't slept more than five minutes in a row since being there, and one would've thought that she would've considerably worse that she did before. Quite the contrary - Blush had blossomed back into the capable, beautiful girl she had been so many weeks ago. Her eyes were bright, and while they were full of worry, they were also full of something else when she gazed down at Spot. It was the same expression that had been in Spot's eyes in Tibby's, the last day that the three best friends were all together. Jack thought that she had never been more beautiful than she was now, sitting by Spot's bed smoothing his bedcovers with all of the love she had to give shining in her eyes.
I hope to god that that boy wakes up and sweeps her off her feet. I don't want her to ever hafta settle for anyone that she doesn't love half as much as she loves him. Jack thought as he sat by the window, watching the pretty scene in front of him.
***
Many hours later, Jack had long since gone to bed. Blush stood up, stretching her stiff body after having sat by Spot's bedside all night. Peering through the thin curtains at the rising sun, she stifled a yawn.
"Spot, the sun is rising. It's going to be a beautiful day." She turned away from the window and made her way back over to the bed. " I shouldn't be awake this early, you know. I should be in my warm bunk with you towering over me, planning your tortures for the day." She sat down on the bed beside him, slipping off her shoes. "You should be trying to wake me up, being as annoying as only you can..." she lay back, curling up beside him. "You should be waking me up with an uninterrupted kiss." She rested her head on his chest and nestled herself against his side. "And I should be telling you that I love you."
Her eyes closed, and she slept, finally, wrapped around the man that she loved more than anything in the world.
***
Ten minutes later, there was a movement from the bed. Sleepy gray-blue-green eyes opened, a hand reached up to push hair out of his face. Spot Conlon attempted to sit up, but was hampered by a weight on his chest. Looking down in surprise, he was met by the sight of a familiar brown head reclining on his chest, the owner's arms wrapped securely around him, her legs tangled with his. Smiling in amazement, he softly stroked Blush's cheek before pulling her into his arms.
"God, I missed you." He mumbled into her hair, hugging her tightly to him and breathing in her sweet fragrance. He gently untangled himself from her embrace and tucked her in securely. Kissing her on the forehead, he paused to watch her sleep for a moment before slipping out the door and down the stairs, where he was greeted with amazement and joy by his boys that had long since given him up for dead despite their belief in Blush.
AN: review, review, review... please?? *pout*