Disclaimer: I do not own newsies. I own only Miracle and Raven owns Raven. I do not have Raven46's permission to use her in this story so if it suddenly disappears, that is why.
Times Of Trials
Chapter 4
"I – Well . . . I dunno Eric . . . I dunno."
He nodded and pulled me close.
I sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the thumping of his heart grow fainter and fainter.
"Jack!" I screamed, feeling his life begin to slip away.
Slipping through the fingers of my outstretched hand.
"Jack! Eric's dying!"
Ravy scrambled down the ladder from above.
She pushed me away, and sobbing, I felt two pairs of arms hold me back.
"Let 'er go guys." Spot made his way through the crowd of newsies behind me.
The two released me, and hurriedly, Spot swathed me in a large hug.
"The rest of you . . ." Jack shouted, "Go back inside. Race . . . tell Kloppy not to let anybody out of the lodgin house.
Race turned, sliding in through the creaking door of the building.
I watched, in horror, as Raven hopelessly pressed on Eric's chest and heart . . . willing it to work.
Race returned and solemnly wrapped me in his cigar smelling coat.
"Jackey – boy," Spot started. "Take me boys back ta Brooklyn. I'll be there soon."
Jack began to object, but I sent him a look that silenced him.
His footsteps echoing faintly on the stone of the alleyway, Spot approached Raven and whispered, "How is he?"
Raven straightened then sighed. "He's gone."
Spot shushed her then waved his hand at Race, motioning him to lead me away.
The pair left hurriedly.
"Don't die Eric . . ." I sobbbed as Race led me from the empty alley. "I love you . . . And I'd never leave you."
I screamed . . . something had stirred . . . not only inside me, but Eric as well.
"HE'S ALIIVE SPOT! ERIC'S ALIVE!"
"No he's not Miracle . . ." Spot whispered soothingly.
"Go check."
He did, and I was relieved as Eric achieved his sitting posture.
"I love you too."
THE END