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I forgot to do a disclaimer in the beginning. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the newsies. I only own Olivia.
Les could not take the pain. He ran out the door with David calling after him, but finally decided just to let Les run, he knew he would come back.
As Les was running the only words that were running through his mind were: She is going to die! She is going to die! He could not get those words out of his head.
Les was running as fast as he could, not caring if he ran into anyone or knocked anything over, he just didn't care. Why was this happening to him? WHY? Les didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do when he got there, all he knew was he had to get out of that house.
With all these thoughts going through his head Les didn't realize where he was going until he ran straight into someone. Les fell right now to the ground. As Les looked up he saw who it was.
"Hi Jack. Hi Cups." Cups was Jack's girlfriend. She had short red hair, was a little bit shorter than Jack, and was 17 years old. Les had only met Cups a few times, but he knew that she was very nice. She always had a positive outlook on things.
As Les looked at Jack, Jack knew that something was wrong. He could see pain and fear in Les's eyes.
Jack turned to Cups and said, "Hey sweetie, why don't ya go finish sellin ya papes and I'll catch up wid ya later."
"Alright," She said before quickly giving Jack a little kiss.
Jack turned back to Les. He wanted to figure out what was wrong.
"So where's Dave?" Jack asked trying to get Les to loosen up a little.
"He's back at our apartment talking with Doctor Green about mother."
Jack knew that Sarah and Mr. Jacobs had died, but he never knew that Mrs. Jacobs was ill.
"Oh," was all Jack could say.
"Yes, mother, has been very upset for the last week or so about father dying. I don't think anything this terrible has ever happened to her before and she just doesn't know how to handle it. David and I have been trying to get her to eat, but she just won't. I'm not even really sure what's wrong with her, all I know is that she's going to die."
Jack didn't know what to say, he didn't even know what to think. Mrs. Jacobs was like a mother to him. She had always cared for him like any other mother. Jack pulled Les into a tight hug and could feel Les crying again because he could tell his shirt was getting soaked.
"Why don't we go back to your apartment and see if Dave's okay?" It was actually more of a command than a question.
Les agreed and they started walking back.
"So what made ya call the doctor in the first place?" Jack asked not really knowing what else to say, but still had so many questions in his mind.
"Well after my father died my mother fell into depression. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep, and she wouldn't go outside to get any fresh air. One day me and David tried feeding her some soup. She got half way through it and hit the bowl across the table."
"What does she do all day?"
"She sometimes looks at old pictures of her and my father or she sits and the window sill and just looks up and the sky. I think she's praying to my father. I think he's her guardian angel. But the thing that she does most is just sit and cry. Sometimes is a soft little cry or sometimes it's big sobs of tears. She misses him so much."
Les and Jack walked the rest of the way in silence. When they got to the apartment they saw David standing outside crying staring at a big black bag with something inside of it being gently placed into a carriage. Les and Jack both knew what it was.
I forgot to do a disclaimer in the beginning. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the newsies. I only own Olivia.
Les could not take the pain. He ran out the door with David calling after him, but finally decided just to let Les run, he knew he would come back.
As Les was running the only words that were running through his mind were: She is going to die! She is going to die! He could not get those words out of his head.
Les was running as fast as he could, not caring if he ran into anyone or knocked anything over, he just didn't care. Why was this happening to him? WHY? Les didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do when he got there, all he knew was he had to get out of that house.
With all these thoughts going through his head Les didn't realize where he was going until he ran straight into someone. Les fell right now to the ground. As Les looked up he saw who it was.
"Hi Jack. Hi Cups." Cups was Jack's girlfriend. She had short red hair, was a little bit shorter than Jack, and was 17 years old. Les had only met Cups a few times, but he knew that she was very nice. She always had a positive outlook on things.
As Les looked at Jack, Jack knew that something was wrong. He could see pain and fear in Les's eyes.
Jack turned to Cups and said, "Hey sweetie, why don't ya go finish sellin ya papes and I'll catch up wid ya later."
"Alright," She said before quickly giving Jack a little kiss.
Jack turned back to Les. He wanted to figure out what was wrong.
"So where's Dave?" Jack asked trying to get Les to loosen up a little.
"He's back at our apartment talking with Doctor Green about mother."
Jack knew that Sarah and Mr. Jacobs had died, but he never knew that Mrs. Jacobs was ill.
"Oh," was all Jack could say.
"Yes, mother, has been very upset for the last week or so about father dying. I don't think anything this terrible has ever happened to her before and she just doesn't know how to handle it. David and I have been trying to get her to eat, but she just won't. I'm not even really sure what's wrong with her, all I know is that she's going to die."
Jack didn't know what to say, he didn't even know what to think. Mrs. Jacobs was like a mother to him. She had always cared for him like any other mother. Jack pulled Les into a tight hug and could feel Les crying again because he could tell his shirt was getting soaked.
"Why don't we go back to your apartment and see if Dave's okay?" It was actually more of a command than a question.
Les agreed and they started walking back.
"So what made ya call the doctor in the first place?" Jack asked not really knowing what else to say, but still had so many questions in his mind.
"Well after my father died my mother fell into depression. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep, and she wouldn't go outside to get any fresh air. One day me and David tried feeding her some soup. She got half way through it and hit the bowl across the table."
"What does she do all day?"
"She sometimes looks at old pictures of her and my father or she sits and the window sill and just looks up and the sky. I think she's praying to my father. I think he's her guardian angel. But the thing that she does most is just sit and cry. Sometimes is a soft little cry or sometimes it's big sobs of tears. She misses him so much."
Les and Jack walked the rest of the way in silence. When they got to the apartment they saw David standing outside crying staring at a big black bag with something inside of it being gently placed into a carriage. Les and Jack both knew what it was.