Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies, Disney does. However I do own any original characters you see and Klover owns, well Klover.

Shout Outs:
Southern: Go me, LOL. Anyway I am glad you like the chapter and thanks for reviewing.

Specs: I'll go out whenever ya want ta.

Rain: Thanks for the review.

Spot: STOP PELTIN' ME WIT FOOD.

Blink: Go Rain, go.

Spot: Blink, I'm gonna. (raises fist to strike him)

Blink: I wouldn't do dat if I was ya, Rain is gonna get ya.

Spot: Damn it. Jist wait until Rain ain't around, den yer dead. (Blink backs off) Ha, I won.

Rain: I would not be so sure about that. (holds large bowl of frosted flakes ready to be thrown)

Spot: Damn. (runs as fast as he could with Rain close behind) I HATE CEREAL.

MsJonyReb: Hi and thanks for the review. I am glad you like my story. I hope to see more reviews from you to let me know how my story is doing.

All Newsies: Welcome MsJonyReb and danks for worryin' 'bout us.

Pixie: I hope all the typing I am doing is making you happy. Thanks for the review.

Jack: Moons been typin' like crazy, den deletin' and fixin' and den doin' dat all over again.

Chicago: Hey, thanks for the review.

Snipeshooter: What's wit de clouds?

Megabee: Thanks for the review. Read this chapter and find out whom those two people are.

Jack: Danks for de cookie.

Blink: Yeah, danks. (both boys shove their cookies into their mouths)

Jenny: I am lucky to have both of them, but neither of them have any table manners.

Jack and Blink: (mouth full of food) Hey.

Jenny: See what I mean.

Klover: Yeah you're not your mother. I am glad I was able to change that. Thanks for the review.

Dylan: Whether you act like your mother or not, I still love you.

Blink walked me all the way home. He gave me a soft kiss before turning back to join Dutchy. A smile crept onto my face where it implanting itself, never wanting to leave. I gave Dr. Shuma his papers and went inside to start my day's work. To earn more money I decided to start working as a doctor's assistant. I know I never went to school, but Dr. Brown has taught me everything he knows and I am able to do simple things such as stitches and I am able to stop large cuts from bleeding.
The day began slow, not getting busy enough for me to treat any patients, but only take them to the examination rooms. I didn't mind it though. My mind was filled with thoughts of Blink and all that had gone on this morning. "Someone's in a daze this morning." Said Klover to me, leaning on the front desk.
"Hi Klover." I said slightly blushing.
"So who is he?"
"That boy who came to see me while I was sick."
"Which boy?"
"The one with the patch. The other one turned out to be my brother."
"No!" She said in shock. "Doesn't matter though, both are extremely cute." A cleared throat made us look up to see Dylan.
"I hope I am not interrupting anything."
"Of course not. We were just talking about cute boys." Said Klover teasing Dylan. I laughed under my breath as both of them starred at each other.
"You are not funny you know that." Said Dylan leaning extremely close to Klover's face, so close there breath mixed together.
"Yes I am and you know it." Both smiled and kissed each other. "I love you."
"I love you to."
"Good then you can buy me lunch." Said Klover happily.
"Fine. Just give me one second." Dylan disappeared into the room where Mr. Brown was treating a patient. When he walked out he held his arm out for Klover and both walked out of the office laughing and waving goodbye.
About fifteen minutes later a boy rushed in calling for Dr. Brown. Dr. Brown came rushing out and listened as the boy told his story. He grabbed his bag, called for Mrs. Brown to come along because he made need her help and told the boy to lead the way. He left me in charge of the office and to do the patients that I could and he would be back soon.
At that moment I wished Dylan had not taken his break. I felt very unsure on what I could do, no matter how excited I was about it before. Before I had had Dylan and Dr. Brown here to help me if I needed it and now, all I had was my own judgment. Mrs. Brown had gone out earlier that morning to see some friends. No matter how I felt, I had to do as much as I could.

Oscar and Morris Delancey sat in the alleyway across from Dr. Brown's office. "Ya sure ya want me ta 'it ya?" Morris asked a little surprised.
"Yes. De office is full and de oder two doctors are gone. She is de only one left."
"Oscar it is great ya like dis girl, but shouldn't ya at least know 'er name?"
"Shut up." Said Oscar. Morris kept bringing up the fact that he did not know my name and it was beginning to annoy him.
"'ow did ya know both of de doctor's would be out?"
"Well, I 'ave been watching to see when de younger one went ta lunch and remember dat kid we beat up in de alley taday. Well I told anudder boy dat if he ran to Dr. Brown's office and got 'im ta leave I would give 'im five bucks tamorrow. He is ta keep 'im away while I sweet talk 'is daughter."
"Oh."
"Now ya understand?" Morris nodded. "Good, now 'it me."
"Ya sure?"
"Yes, now 'it me."
"Al'ight. Oscar rememba not ta call 'er sweet face or anydin' like dat." Oscar nodded as Morris brought his hand back and struck Oscar hard in the face. Oscar fell to the pavement in pain. His hand touched his cheek and he winced at the pain. Looking at his hand he saw blood. He looked up at his brother in surprise. He never realized he could hit so hard.
Oscar stood up and Morris hit him in the right eye. Oscar could feel it begin to swell. Morris kicked him in the gut and Oscar gasped as he felt all the air in his body leave him. Oscar took another kick into the face when he told his brother to stop. His face was bloody in five places, his right eye was swollen shut, and he was still gasping for breath. "Wish me luck?" Oscar said with a slight smile as he stumbled into the street. Many people watched Oscar head for Dr. Brown's office and as he was beginning the painful attempt up the stairs a man helped him inside.

I ran out of the room I was in and took one look at Oscar and gasped. What person in there right mind would do this to another. I thanked the man who helped him in and led Oscar into a spare room. I sat him in the chair and got a glass of water. "Here, drink." I said kindly. Oscar took the water gladly, hoping to wash the taste of blood from his mouth.
My hands gently moved over his cuts and bruises. The cut on his check would need stitches. I went into the lobby and asked a boy if he was well. When he answered yes and that he was waiting for me to see his sister I asked him if he would run to the butchers for me. He asked why and I handed him and few dollars. I told him just to go and get a steak and if he did a dollar would be waiting here for him when he returned. The thought of earning a dollar made the boy run as fast as he could.
I reentered the room with a wet piece of cloth in my hands. I gently began to clean the wounds on his face. Some of the blood had already begun to dry. The cut on his check refused to stop bleeding so I was forced to place pressure on it. Oscar winced in pain. "Sorry."
"Dat's alright. Yer 'ands are so soft." I just smiled.
"What's your name?"
"Oscar Delancey, you?"
"Jenny Sullivan." We sat in silence for a while as I finished cleaning him up. "Who did this to you?"
"A group of kids jump me from be'ind."
"Did you get a good look at any of them?" I asked feeling sorry for him.
"Yeah, dey were Jack Kelly and 'is group of Newsies dat jump me."