Jack woke up coughing, not wanting Race to hear he walked quickly outside.
As soon as he had stopped coughing he walked back into the lodging house.
"You alright?" Blink asked, he was sitting on the couch with Mush leaning on him fast asleep.
"Yeah, just got a bit of a cold." Jack said walking towards the door of Kloppman's bedroom. Knocking on the door he called out load, "Kloppman! Kloppman is Race alright?"
The door opened and from the door he saw Race in the bed asleep, Dr. Astle was next to him pouring a liquid into a small cup.
"He'll be alright, as long as he takes his medication." Kloppman said, "You can come in if you like Jack."
Jack smiled and nodded as he walked into the room. He took a seat at the foot of Race's bed.
Dr. Astle gathered his bag and stood up, "I'd best be off, I just have one concern. I'm not made of money this medication will need to be paid for."
Kloppman nodded, then let out a sigh, "I'm very sorry, I don't have the money to pay."
Jack bit his lip, then remembered about the money he had hidden under his mattress, "I have some money, let me go get it."
Jack stood up and walked out the door, he then ran up the stairs, stopping half way up to cough. As he reached the upper floor he made his way to his bed, lifting up the mattress he grabbed a small pouch of money. He then made his way back down the stairs and turned into the room.
"Here it is Dr. Astle." Jack said handing the pouch to the doctor.
"Jack, that's the money you've been saving up for Santa Fe." Kloppman said looking at the boy who had been saving up his money since he was a small boy.
Jack nodded, "Some things are just more important." Jack covered his mouth to stop himself from coughing, "I have to go sell my papes now." He said running out of the room.
Leaving the lodging house Jack began to cough again. Then it hit him; he was catching whatever Race had. He then began to walk toward the distribution center to get his papers. He didn't want to make a big deal about himself being sick so he decided he would just pretend nothing was wrong.
After waiting in line for about five minutes he slapped fifty-cents onto the counter, "100 papes."
Weasel stacked the papers onto the counter, "No smart alec comments today Cowboy?"
Grabbing his papes he shook his head, "Why couldn't you get sick instead of Race?" Jack then walked off the platform and off to sell his papers.
He made his way down the street, making sure there weren't any other newsboys around as he coughed.
"Extra Extra Deadly cough hits New York!" Jack managed to say between coughs.
"Are you alright there, lad?" A man asked as he took a pape from Jack.
Jack smiled and nodded; taking the money from the man, "Just fine sir."
Half way through the day Jack decided he didn't want to sell papes anymore that day, so he gave his remaining papes to Mush and Blink, who happened to be walking by.
Approaching the lodging house, and then entering he heard a sound from above, where the newsies slept. He walked upstairs to see Race walking around.
Jack smiled despite the growing pain in his side, "Hey Race, how ya feeling?"
"Lots betta Jack." Race smiled.
Jack nodded, "Good."
"Your back early, why?" Race said.
"I was a bit tired, and I wanted to see how you were." Jack said walking to his bed and pulled himself into his bunk.
"Hey, Jack, I have to tell you something. I think I-" Race looked over to see that Jack was already asleep.
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A/N: bad chapter, sorry. Blame it on Itey!Muse ::points to her muse::
Itey!Muse- Cry me a river, Cry ME a river! ::sings::
Shout-Outs
SPECSFLASSES- hehe... you misspelled it... Which brings up a question... Specs flashes who? Dutchy perhaps... Dude, I'm glad you love it times a million... that's a lot of times. Good luck on PSATS.
Specs!Muse: ::runs around flashing people::
Me:Um.Dude, you're a guy.
Specs!Muse: ...
NAKAIA AIDAN-SUN- Dude, your muses are scaring me.
Jack!Muse: strike... that sounds like a good Idea.
Me: You better not!
Jack!Muse: I won't... I'm scared of strikes.
Me: good.
SHOT HUNTER- Glad your better! I'm on medicine so I be better soon!
Jack!Muse: ::coughcough:: and I'll be better soon too.
Me: Jack, your not really sick your just sick in the story.
Jack!Muse: That's what you want me to think!
Itey!Muse: Cry me a river, Cry ME a river ::sings::
GRYFFIN PARKER- I didn't notice is switched POV, I'm sorry... I didn't mean too. I promise I won't kill off Race...Race... ::insert evil grin here::
Race!Muse: ...That ain't good.
T-R-US- Your so very welcome for the shout-out... here have another. If I get sick everyone deserves to get sick!
Mush!Muse: Even me??
Me: No, you never deserve to get sick ::hugs Mush!Muse::
Blink!Muse: ::Glares at me::
THISTLE- Thank you for the idea of Jack getting sick. Now I have the whole story! I know how it's going to end too.
Jack!Muse: I blame you completely.
Me: You should blame my sister too.
Jack!Muse: Fine, I blame Naka too.
Me: hehe...
A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR REVIEWS! Now if you review again, I will have my Itey!Muse sing a new song.
Itey!Muse: Cry me a river, Cry ME a river!
"You alright?" Blink asked, he was sitting on the couch with Mush leaning on him fast asleep.
"Yeah, just got a bit of a cold." Jack said walking towards the door of Kloppman's bedroom. Knocking on the door he called out load, "Kloppman! Kloppman is Race alright?"
The door opened and from the door he saw Race in the bed asleep, Dr. Astle was next to him pouring a liquid into a small cup.
"He'll be alright, as long as he takes his medication." Kloppman said, "You can come in if you like Jack."
Jack smiled and nodded as he walked into the room. He took a seat at the foot of Race's bed.
Dr. Astle gathered his bag and stood up, "I'd best be off, I just have one concern. I'm not made of money this medication will need to be paid for."
Kloppman nodded, then let out a sigh, "I'm very sorry, I don't have the money to pay."
Jack bit his lip, then remembered about the money he had hidden under his mattress, "I have some money, let me go get it."
Jack stood up and walked out the door, he then ran up the stairs, stopping half way up to cough. As he reached the upper floor he made his way to his bed, lifting up the mattress he grabbed a small pouch of money. He then made his way back down the stairs and turned into the room.
"Here it is Dr. Astle." Jack said handing the pouch to the doctor.
"Jack, that's the money you've been saving up for Santa Fe." Kloppman said looking at the boy who had been saving up his money since he was a small boy.
Jack nodded, "Some things are just more important." Jack covered his mouth to stop himself from coughing, "I have to go sell my papes now." He said running out of the room.
Leaving the lodging house Jack began to cough again. Then it hit him; he was catching whatever Race had. He then began to walk toward the distribution center to get his papers. He didn't want to make a big deal about himself being sick so he decided he would just pretend nothing was wrong.
After waiting in line for about five minutes he slapped fifty-cents onto the counter, "100 papes."
Weasel stacked the papers onto the counter, "No smart alec comments today Cowboy?"
Grabbing his papes he shook his head, "Why couldn't you get sick instead of Race?" Jack then walked off the platform and off to sell his papers.
He made his way down the street, making sure there weren't any other newsboys around as he coughed.
"Extra Extra Deadly cough hits New York!" Jack managed to say between coughs.
"Are you alright there, lad?" A man asked as he took a pape from Jack.
Jack smiled and nodded; taking the money from the man, "Just fine sir."
Half way through the day Jack decided he didn't want to sell papes anymore that day, so he gave his remaining papes to Mush and Blink, who happened to be walking by.
Approaching the lodging house, and then entering he heard a sound from above, where the newsies slept. He walked upstairs to see Race walking around.
Jack smiled despite the growing pain in his side, "Hey Race, how ya feeling?"
"Lots betta Jack." Race smiled.
Jack nodded, "Good."
"Your back early, why?" Race said.
"I was a bit tired, and I wanted to see how you were." Jack said walking to his bed and pulled himself into his bunk.
"Hey, Jack, I have to tell you something. I think I-" Race looked over to see that Jack was already asleep.
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A/N: bad chapter, sorry. Blame it on Itey!Muse ::points to her muse::
Itey!Muse- Cry me a river, Cry ME a river! ::sings::
Shout-Outs
SPECSFLASSES- hehe... you misspelled it... Which brings up a question... Specs flashes who? Dutchy perhaps... Dude, I'm glad you love it times a million... that's a lot of times. Good luck on PSATS.
Specs!Muse: ::runs around flashing people::
Me:Um.Dude, you're a guy.
Specs!Muse: ...
NAKAIA AIDAN-SUN- Dude, your muses are scaring me.
Jack!Muse: strike... that sounds like a good Idea.
Me: You better not!
Jack!Muse: I won't... I'm scared of strikes.
Me: good.
SHOT HUNTER- Glad your better! I'm on medicine so I be better soon!
Jack!Muse: ::coughcough:: and I'll be better soon too.
Me: Jack, your not really sick your just sick in the story.
Jack!Muse: That's what you want me to think!
Itey!Muse: Cry me a river, Cry ME a river ::sings::
GRYFFIN PARKER- I didn't notice is switched POV, I'm sorry... I didn't mean too. I promise I won't kill off Race...Race... ::insert evil grin here::
Race!Muse: ...That ain't good.
T-R-US- Your so very welcome for the shout-out... here have another. If I get sick everyone deserves to get sick!
Mush!Muse: Even me??
Me: No, you never deserve to get sick ::hugs Mush!Muse::
Blink!Muse: ::Glares at me::
THISTLE- Thank you for the idea of Jack getting sick. Now I have the whole story! I know how it's going to end too.
Jack!Muse: I blame you completely.
Me: You should blame my sister too.
Jack!Muse: Fine, I blame Naka too.
Me: hehe...
A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR REVIEWS! Now if you review again, I will have my Itey!Muse sing a new song.
Itey!Muse: Cry me a river, Cry ME a river!