**Hey people! Don't kill me, okay? I know I haven't updated in a long
time, but school kicked in and I haven't gotten around to it. I haven't
been getting very many reviews, but my friends are about to kill me if I
don't update. I'm afraid Miracle and Autumn are gonna have anxiety attacks
if I don't tell them what's gonna happen to Spot. So, despite the very few
of you who tell me what you think, here's chapter fifteen!**
Chapter Fifteen
Marbles jolted Lizzy and Race awake the next morning. "Da docta's heah," he told them. Lizzy jumped up and ran down the stairs with Race right behind her. The doctor was waiting inside the front door. He was tall and gangly with gray, thinning hair. He wore a pair of half-moon spectacles low on his nose and carried a black doctor's bag. He had penetrating, pale blue eyes that seemed to bore into her.
"Nice ta meet ya mista..." Lizzy paused, waiting for the doctor to fill in the blanks.
"Martin," he supplied, "Doctor Martin." He put unneeded emphasis on the word "doctor".
"Right. Doctah Martin," Lizzy said, mocking his emphasis, "He's up heah." She led him up the stairs into the bunkroom.
When they got up to the room, Doctor Martin went straight to work on Spot. He cleaned and bandaged his wounds and gently poured a warm liquid down his throat. When he had finished, he turned to Lizzy.
"Will you be the one caring for him?" he asked. Lizzy nodded and he continued, "You need to give him liquids every few hours and change the bandages every few days. Other than that, there is nothing you can do but hope for the best. I'm not going to lie to you. He's lost a lot of blood and the cold didn't help him. His chances are slim and he may not make it."
Lizzy nodded again, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. She wanted to say something to Doctor Martin, but she didn't dare try to speak. The doctor left and she threw her arms around Race, crying on his shoulder. He patiently stood with his arms around her until she quieted.
The days passed and Lizzy never left Spot's side. She hardly ate and wouldn't sleep unless Race was there. Race would come by every day to see how Spot was doing. He always brought some food with him for Lizzy and would take care of Spot while she slept. Race and Spot had been good friends for a long time. No matter what they did though, the only sign of life from Spot was the rise and fall of his chest and a few coughs.
A little more than a week after Doctor Martin had come by, Lizzy was sitting alone by Spot's bed while all of the Newsies were out selling their newspapers. She hadn't slept in two days and was drifting out of a restless sleep. Another coughing spasm from Spot jolted her awake. When his coughing stopped, Lizzy got an odd feeling that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She watched Spot carefully, looking for the familiar rise and fall of his chest. There was none. She slowly stood up and walked over to the bed. She timidly placed her hand, then her ear to his chest, searching for his heart beat. Nothing.
Lizzy felt the panic building inside of her as she continued to search for his heart beat. She started murmuring to herself, "Oh please, dear God, let 'im die. Spot, please, I need ya. Don't die on me please." When there was no response, she frantically shouted, "Spot! Don't leave me! Please!"
Spot could hear Lizzy's frantic cries, but it was odd. He had no control over his body. He wanted to respond, but couldn't, and her voice was slowly fading. A part of him wanted to pry away from the urge to give up, but he was still confused. She had said that she didn't love him, that she never wanted to see him, so why shouldn't he give up? He slowly let himself slip away into the growing darkness.
**NOT THE END! If you want a sad ending, then stop reading now, but if you want a happy ending, keep reading. All you happy people, I'm going to try to update like crazy this weekend so keep checking in. Hopefully I will remember to update or my friend's will murder me. See ya laterz!!
*spots_lil_boidie*
Chapter Fifteen
Marbles jolted Lizzy and Race awake the next morning. "Da docta's heah," he told them. Lizzy jumped up and ran down the stairs with Race right behind her. The doctor was waiting inside the front door. He was tall and gangly with gray, thinning hair. He wore a pair of half-moon spectacles low on his nose and carried a black doctor's bag. He had penetrating, pale blue eyes that seemed to bore into her.
"Nice ta meet ya mista..." Lizzy paused, waiting for the doctor to fill in the blanks.
"Martin," he supplied, "Doctor Martin." He put unneeded emphasis on the word "doctor".
"Right. Doctah Martin," Lizzy said, mocking his emphasis, "He's up heah." She led him up the stairs into the bunkroom.
When they got up to the room, Doctor Martin went straight to work on Spot. He cleaned and bandaged his wounds and gently poured a warm liquid down his throat. When he had finished, he turned to Lizzy.
"Will you be the one caring for him?" he asked. Lizzy nodded and he continued, "You need to give him liquids every few hours and change the bandages every few days. Other than that, there is nothing you can do but hope for the best. I'm not going to lie to you. He's lost a lot of blood and the cold didn't help him. His chances are slim and he may not make it."
Lizzy nodded again, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. She wanted to say something to Doctor Martin, but she didn't dare try to speak. The doctor left and she threw her arms around Race, crying on his shoulder. He patiently stood with his arms around her until she quieted.
The days passed and Lizzy never left Spot's side. She hardly ate and wouldn't sleep unless Race was there. Race would come by every day to see how Spot was doing. He always brought some food with him for Lizzy and would take care of Spot while she slept. Race and Spot had been good friends for a long time. No matter what they did though, the only sign of life from Spot was the rise and fall of his chest and a few coughs.
A little more than a week after Doctor Martin had come by, Lizzy was sitting alone by Spot's bed while all of the Newsies were out selling their newspapers. She hadn't slept in two days and was drifting out of a restless sleep. Another coughing spasm from Spot jolted her awake. When his coughing stopped, Lizzy got an odd feeling that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She watched Spot carefully, looking for the familiar rise and fall of his chest. There was none. She slowly stood up and walked over to the bed. She timidly placed her hand, then her ear to his chest, searching for his heart beat. Nothing.
Lizzy felt the panic building inside of her as she continued to search for his heart beat. She started murmuring to herself, "Oh please, dear God, let 'im die. Spot, please, I need ya. Don't die on me please." When there was no response, she frantically shouted, "Spot! Don't leave me! Please!"
Spot could hear Lizzy's frantic cries, but it was odd. He had no control over his body. He wanted to respond, but couldn't, and her voice was slowly fading. A part of him wanted to pry away from the urge to give up, but he was still confused. She had said that she didn't love him, that she never wanted to see him, so why shouldn't he give up? He slowly let himself slip away into the growing darkness.
**NOT THE END! If you want a sad ending, then stop reading now, but if you want a happy ending, keep reading. All you happy people, I'm going to try to update like crazy this weekend so keep checking in. Hopefully I will remember to update or my friend's will murder me. See ya laterz!!
*spots_lil_boidie*