The first thing he became aware of was the pain that racked his entire body. The next thing he noticed was the fact that he was lying on something that was very comfortable. He opened his eyes and blinked in attempts to clear his vision. And she was the first thing he saw.
She stood beside his bed looking at him through brown eyes. She had a huge bandage wrapped around her head that honey blond hair spilled around and her right arm was in a sling. She had bruises and cuts that tattooed her face and arms. She was small, like him, and was thin. She wore a shapeless hospital gown that hung on her shoulders. She had a startled look on her face as he peered up at her.
A moan escaped his lips as all the pain caught up to him once again.
"You alright?" The girl asked. Her voice held worry in it as did her face. "Do you want me to go get a nurse?"
So he was in a hospital. He could have guessed that from the start if he hadn't felt like his entire body was throbbing.
"Nah, I'se fine," He lied as he struggled to sit up in his bed. The girl made a move to help him but stopped and let him do it on his own. "Who are you'se?"
"I'm Amy Tanner…I'm in the room across the hall," She said a bit nervously. "You look like you got run over by a horse. What happened?"
He ignored the question and instead looked around the room a bit. There was another bed to his left that was, for the moment, empty. Beyond the other bed was a small window, outside was dark and cloudy. The room was plain with no sign of personal touch. It was rather bland and somewhat depressing.
"Do you want me to leave?" Amy asked as she scooted towards the door on his right side.
"Nah, stay." It was a command. He was used to giving commands. Amy gave him a small smile and sat down on his bed next to him.
"What's your name?" She asked as he moved over to give her more space.
He looked at her for a moment. Most everyone knew who he was but he hadn't really expected her to know. "Luke," He replied after a moment's hesitation. "Luke Collins." He hadn't used that name in a long time and it sounded wrong coming from his mouth.
"Nice to met you Luke," Amy said smiling. She stuck out her hand and he had to resist the urge to spit into his own hand before shaking hers.
"Same ta you'se," Luke said smiling. He then winced. It hurt to smile. "Why are you'se here?"
"Oh…uhh…" She hadn't expected for him to ask her that question. "Well, me and my friends were down by the docks and found this old condemned warehouse. We all got inside and…well…I was going up a staircase when it collapsed and I fell and it fell on me. What happened to you?"
"I was…in a fight." He left it at that. No need to explain the territory wars to a non-newsie. She wouldn't understand. "How long have I'se been here?"
"About a day. You're friends brought you in and stuck around for awhile. The nurses didn't seem to keen on having them around but they let them stay."
"You'se mean I'se been here a whole fuckin' day?!" He exclaimed. Amy winced and he wasn't too sure if it was his sudden outburst of anger or his course language.
"Yes, you were out cold. I supposed they'll keep you here a few days since you were out so long. They like to make sure you don't have any serious head problems. The nurses and doctors around here are like mother hens. They're making me stay for another four days."
Luke scowled. Like hell he wasn't going to stay in the hospital for four days. Not with Queens trying to take over Brooklyn and not with his newsies without a leader.
"I'se not gonna stay here dat long. Day can't make me."
Amy's eyes widened a bit and a ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. "You just sounded exactly like my four year old cousin," She commentated, a grin spreading over her face. "How old are you by the way?"
"Eighteen," Luke said a bit coldly. He didn't take to well being compared to a four year old. Amy looked taken aback by his tone.
"Well fine, be a baby," She said as she stood up from the bed. "Whine all you want but I for one aren't going to listen to it." She had reached the door before Luke said anything.
"Sorry," He muttered. Amy stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"What was that?" Her eyebrows were arched and a smile was yet again forming on her lips.
"I said I'se was sorry but if you'se gonna get all high and mighty about it dan forget it."
"Hum, well, it's late and I should be back in my own room anyway. I just wanted to see who all the fuss was about. Sleep well." With that she gave Luke a friendly smile and made her way across the hall.
Luke glared at the door. Where did she come off by calling him a baby? He was the damn leader of Brooklyn, he wasn't a baby. He could have most anything he wanted and people would be beside themselves to go and do his bidding. He wasn't a baby, he was a damn leader. He scowled. This was all Queens fault. They were the ones who wanted to take over Brooklyn. They were the ones who started this whole war. And they were the ones who had beaten the shit out of him landing him here. In this God forsaken hospital and his only company was that girl. He slid back down into the bed. Luke, He thought to himself. I'm not Luke. I'm Spot Conlon, least I haven't been Luke in a long time. Spot's eyes fluttered shut and he dozed back to sleep. His dreams were filled with him beating the shit out of those damn newsies from Queens.
Author's Note: Ok, well aware that this might turn out to be a Mary Sue fic. It's not like I plan it that way it just sort-a happens. I'm a diehard romantic so that's what I write about. So I guess that makes my stories Mary Sue-ish but I can't help it. Anyway there is more so it might not…so now I'm just babbling. I guess that this is a warning of sorts and if it does turn Mary Sue please give me suggestions on how to fix it. Thanks! Also as we all know I do not own anything out of the movie Newsies. So that's it! Till next time!