Chapter 3
Jack finally fell asleep at about four in the morning, just to get waken up a half hour later by the yelling and chattering of the newsies from downstairs.
He turned in his bed to try and go back to sleep when he realized that Race's bed was empty. Sitting up in his bed he listened to the others.
"Is 'e okay?"
"What's goin' on? What 'appened?"
"Ouch! Someone stepped on me foot!"
"Kloppman! Kloppman ya in dere?"
Jack jumped out of bed, fixing his bandana. He had forgotten to get undressed the night before, and that was the only thing that came undone.
He made his way downstairs where he found all the newsboys grouped in front of Kloppman's bedroom door. Jack got to the bottom of the stairs and soon everyone was talking to him.
"Jack, did'ja hear what happened?" Blink said walking toward him.
"Somethin' happened ta Race 'bout a half hour ago, it sounds serious." Mush said, he was the nearest to the door.
Skittery soon joined in talking to Jack, "He started ta cough real hard, and before we knew it he was throwin' up his dinner from last night."
Jack didn't say a word. He just proceeded to walk towards Kloppman's door. He raised his hand to knock on the door, when all of the sudden the door flew open and there was Kloppman.
"Kloppman is Race..." Jack started but was cut off.
"SOMEONE CALL DR. ASTLE! NOW!" Kloppman then shut the door in Jack's face.
Jack turned around, His face was very pale, "I guess someone should get Dr. Astle." He said walking towards the door. He then left the lodging house and made his way to the doctor's apartment, who always took care of the sick newsies.
"Jack! Hey Jack wait up!" Jack turned around to face the one eyed Kid Blink.
Jack let a weak smile show on his face, "Hi Blink."
"Skittery said someone should go wit' youse, ya don't look to good." Blink said now walking next to Jack.
"I'm fine, Blink, I-I just want ta hurry and get ta Dr. Astle's place." He said turning into a large apartment building, on the corner of the street.
They hurried up the large amount of stairs until they came to the fourth level, the level on which the doctor lived. The came to apartment number 125 and Blink knocked loudly on the door.
"Hello?" A small gray haired man answered the door. He was no taller then Race, who was the shortest of the newsies, yet he was the best doctor any of the boys could hope for.
"Hello Dr. Astle, we need yer help. Our friend Race is very sick an' Kloppman sent us ta get you." Blink said politely.
"Alright, let me go get my bag and we will be on our way." He said turning into his apartment leaving the two boys at the door. A few minutes later he came out with his coat on, and a bag in his hand. "Lets go." He said locking his door.
We hurried back to the lodging house; at least we went as fast as Dr. Astle's legs could carry him. As we entered the lodging house the group of newsies in front of the door split in to so we could get through.
Dr. Astle knocked on the door and waited for a reply. When Kloppman opened the door they talked quietly to each other, then Dr. Astle entered the room. Once again Jack was left outside the door, hoping Race was all right.
Eventually the group In front of the door died down, as the newsies made their way upstairs to go to bed, or went somewhere else to talk or play games. Jack; however, stayed in front of the door. He found himself on the old chair by the front desk, where he sat watching the door, and listened quietly to the faint sound of Race's coughs and moans.
After about twenty minutes of waiting, Jack dozed off.
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A/N: That was a difficult chapter to write. I had an Idea what to write but it sounded better in my head. I hope it wasn't too bad.
-Shout-Outs-
Specsglasses: I don't think Racetrack's going to die, then again I don't know cause I haven't finished thinking out the end of the story yet. I am so happy your liking my story. Love Lots!
Nakaia Aidan-Sun: I'm not a cheater! But I'm happy you loved my story. And I'm happy you're my big sister. :D
Shot Hunter: I'm glad you liked it. I'm also glad you listened to your Race!muse. Hope your all better now!
Gryffin Parker: Hehe... I don't really think Jack would really say 'oh my gosh' either... but I guess it works. I hope I'm getting better when it comes to what the people would say and stuff. Love ya.
T-R-Us: I'm so happy you think it's a good story. As for killing Race, the way I'm looking at it right now I don't think he'll die. He'll probably get really sick. Then get better.
Dakki: Thank you so much for your review, I have to admit though, I'm a little biased to when it comes to my favorite slash couple, which if you would like to know is Mush/Blink. I'm trying to keep this story updated often, but I have so many stories to update it gets kinda hard to.
Shadowlands: Thank you for both of your reviews, I thought that spelling mistake in the first chapter was kinda silly, but if you think about it an angle is where they sell papes, so that just made me laugh when I saw that. I know what you mean by everything bad happening to Race. But I think Race can handle it. Love ya.
Thistle: Thank you so much for your review, I'm glad you like the Jack and Race thing that's going on. I'm not sure how much more slash might come into this fic, cause you know Race is sick and all. But it might become more slashy.
Thank you all so much.
Love lots, Chip
Jack finally fell asleep at about four in the morning, just to get waken up a half hour later by the yelling and chattering of the newsies from downstairs.
He turned in his bed to try and go back to sleep when he realized that Race's bed was empty. Sitting up in his bed he listened to the others.
"Is 'e okay?"
"What's goin' on? What 'appened?"
"Ouch! Someone stepped on me foot!"
"Kloppman! Kloppman ya in dere?"
Jack jumped out of bed, fixing his bandana. He had forgotten to get undressed the night before, and that was the only thing that came undone.
He made his way downstairs where he found all the newsboys grouped in front of Kloppman's bedroom door. Jack got to the bottom of the stairs and soon everyone was talking to him.
"Jack, did'ja hear what happened?" Blink said walking toward him.
"Somethin' happened ta Race 'bout a half hour ago, it sounds serious." Mush said, he was the nearest to the door.
Skittery soon joined in talking to Jack, "He started ta cough real hard, and before we knew it he was throwin' up his dinner from last night."
Jack didn't say a word. He just proceeded to walk towards Kloppman's door. He raised his hand to knock on the door, when all of the sudden the door flew open and there was Kloppman.
"Kloppman is Race..." Jack started but was cut off.
"SOMEONE CALL DR. ASTLE! NOW!" Kloppman then shut the door in Jack's face.
Jack turned around, His face was very pale, "I guess someone should get Dr. Astle." He said walking towards the door. He then left the lodging house and made his way to the doctor's apartment, who always took care of the sick newsies.
"Jack! Hey Jack wait up!" Jack turned around to face the one eyed Kid Blink.
Jack let a weak smile show on his face, "Hi Blink."
"Skittery said someone should go wit' youse, ya don't look to good." Blink said now walking next to Jack.
"I'm fine, Blink, I-I just want ta hurry and get ta Dr. Astle's place." He said turning into a large apartment building, on the corner of the street.
They hurried up the large amount of stairs until they came to the fourth level, the level on which the doctor lived. The came to apartment number 125 and Blink knocked loudly on the door.
"Hello?" A small gray haired man answered the door. He was no taller then Race, who was the shortest of the newsies, yet he was the best doctor any of the boys could hope for.
"Hello Dr. Astle, we need yer help. Our friend Race is very sick an' Kloppman sent us ta get you." Blink said politely.
"Alright, let me go get my bag and we will be on our way." He said turning into his apartment leaving the two boys at the door. A few minutes later he came out with his coat on, and a bag in his hand. "Lets go." He said locking his door.
We hurried back to the lodging house; at least we went as fast as Dr. Astle's legs could carry him. As we entered the lodging house the group of newsies in front of the door split in to so we could get through.
Dr. Astle knocked on the door and waited for a reply. When Kloppman opened the door they talked quietly to each other, then Dr. Astle entered the room. Once again Jack was left outside the door, hoping Race was all right.
Eventually the group In front of the door died down, as the newsies made their way upstairs to go to bed, or went somewhere else to talk or play games. Jack; however, stayed in front of the door. He found himself on the old chair by the front desk, where he sat watching the door, and listened quietly to the faint sound of Race's coughs and moans.
After about twenty minutes of waiting, Jack dozed off.
* * *
A/N: That was a difficult chapter to write. I had an Idea what to write but it sounded better in my head. I hope it wasn't too bad.
-Shout-Outs-
Specsglasses: I don't think Racetrack's going to die, then again I don't know cause I haven't finished thinking out the end of the story yet. I am so happy your liking my story. Love Lots!
Nakaia Aidan-Sun: I'm not a cheater! But I'm happy you loved my story. And I'm happy you're my big sister. :D
Shot Hunter: I'm glad you liked it. I'm also glad you listened to your Race!muse. Hope your all better now!
Gryffin Parker: Hehe... I don't really think Jack would really say 'oh my gosh' either... but I guess it works. I hope I'm getting better when it comes to what the people would say and stuff. Love ya.
T-R-Us: I'm so happy you think it's a good story. As for killing Race, the way I'm looking at it right now I don't think he'll die. He'll probably get really sick. Then get better.
Dakki: Thank you so much for your review, I have to admit though, I'm a little biased to when it comes to my favorite slash couple, which if you would like to know is Mush/Blink. I'm trying to keep this story updated often, but I have so many stories to update it gets kinda hard to.
Shadowlands: Thank you for both of your reviews, I thought that spelling mistake in the first chapter was kinda silly, but if you think about it an angle is where they sell papes, so that just made me laugh when I saw that. I know what you mean by everything bad happening to Race. But I think Race can handle it. Love ya.
Thistle: Thank you so much for your review, I'm glad you like the Jack and Race thing that's going on. I'm not sure how much more slash might come into this fic, cause you know Race is sick and all. But it might become more slashy.
Thank you all so much.
Love lots, Chip