Morris grabbed me and stood me on my feet. "Yea, remeba dat beatin we got from de Harlem newsies?" then he slapped me across the face. Oscar punched me and I fell to my knees.
I heard foot steps coming for the direction me and R.T. walked in. It sounded like they were running. Morris stood me on my feet again and Trevor cut my stomach with his knife. Then he stabbed my leg. I fell and saw Bailey and Spot first. R.T. got the newsies. Oscar kicked me in the head and darkness fell over me.
I woke up in my room. I sat up and felt a rush of pain shoot through whole body. I realized what happened. I layed back down, I heard someone enter the room. I looked to see Spot's and Bailey's faces.
"Hey." I smiled weakly.
"Are ye ok?" Spot asked kneeling next to the bed.
"I'm fine." I said groggily.
"Angel, he almost killed ye, I thought fer surre ye were dead." Bailey said looking at me.
"Look, I'll be fine. He wasn't gonna kill me, but he did consider it."
"Yer gonna have te stay in bed fer a while. Ye can't walk around since he cut ye really bad." Spot said taking my hand.
"I'll be fine." I said sitting up. The pain came so sudden I hollered in pain.
"Angel!" they both yelled when I cried.
"I'll be fine." I said again laying back down.
"Yer gonna really hoit yerself." Bailey said concerned.
"Bailey, I'll be fine."
"Angel, yer hoit really bad. Eida ye stay in bed fer a while er when our fatha comes I'll go an say I'm you!" she threatened.
"Alright! If it makes ye happy! I'll stay in bed." I said.
"If ye need me te I'll stay instead of sell fer a few days." Spot offered.
"Naw, Bai you go too. I'll be fine."
"No I'm stayin wid you. Knowin you you'll get up an walk around."
"Bailey I said I-"
"Angel! Shut it! I'm stayin an dats dat. Now yer gonna be a good lil goil and shut yer trap!"
"Whudd happened te Trevor?" I asked.
"Look I gotta go. I will be back afta I sell alright?" Spot said kissing me then leaving.
"So?" I asked again.
"Whudd?"
"Afta you guys came,..whudd happened?"
"Well Spot saw you an went nuts on Trevor. He really beat de crap outta him fer ye. And ye know I gots te get soma de action, I broke Oscar's nose, an well R.T. got Morris good too."
"Really?" I asked trying to sit up.
"Yea, an don fidget, you'll pop yer stitches!" Bailey warned.
"I got stitches?" I asked feeling queasy.
"Yea, whudd ye think? Ye got cut deep, dey had te sew ye up hun!" Bailey laughed. I had a weak stomach for many things including needles, stitches, and blood. "Look it ain't dat bad. I even saw em."
"Yer not de one wid em in ye!" I said grumpily laying down carefully.
"But still dey didn't look dat bad. Trevor looked woise den you did. 'Specially since Spot went psycho in im." Bailey chuckled.
"But R.T. whudd he say bout it all?"
"Well he thought it was his fault cuz he couldn't do nuttin."
"Well whudd Spot say?"
"Man are ye eva curious! Spot said it really wasn't his fault cuz he wouldn't have been able te do nuttin eida. Don waste yer time worryin bout it. Me an Blaze gots it unda control. Trust me." Bailey winked and turned to leave.
"Wait where are ye goin?"
"Te speak te some friends. Ye know like Blaze, Club, an Phoenix."
"Thanks Bailey. It's a good thing ye came back." I smiled
"I know. Whudd ye do wid out me?"
"I don know." I said to myself when she was gone. I rolled over and fell asleep. I woke a few hours later and noticed Bailey wasn't in the room. "Well guess it won't hoit te pee if she ain't hea." I said relieved. I got up very slowly. I stood up and limped over to the door. Listening to make sure no one was around, then I looked out. I started towards the washroom and tripped over a shoe. I quickly grabbed a bunk for support so I wouldn't fall. As I did I got a sharp pain through my stomach and my shoulder. "Aahh…yea dat kinda hoits…" I said trying to stand up straight.
"Angel! Whudd er ye doin outta bed!" Spot said surprised to see me when he came to see what the noise was.
"Sorry, but I need te pee." I said looking at him and giving him a slight embarrassing smile.
"Ye shouldn't be walkin though. I mean ye might hoit yerself."
"I think I already did."
"Angel! I warned you!" Bailey yelled walking into the bunkroom.
"Whudd! You try holdin yer pee fer a few hours. It ain't pleasant!" I snapped.
"Angel, still you'll pull yer stitches if ye haven't already." Bailey yelled back.
"Here I'll solve de problem. Just cuz I don like seein youse two fight, Angel ain't gots te walk te de washroom." Spot said picking me up and carrying me to the washroom on his back.
"Thanks." I said once we got to the washroom.
"Dats whudd I'm fora." he smiled. "Well…huh….if…if ye need any mora help I'll just be waitin outside alright. Just call me if ye need me." he said leaving the washroom and closing the door.
After using the bathroom I did see my stitches. It was so gross, I almost puked. I called for Spot when I was done.
"Sorry bout dis. If it wasn't fer me ye wouldn't be doin dis right now." I apologized.
"Look, it ain't yer fault. I regret sayin dis but it ain't R.T.'s fault eida. Neida of ye knew Trevor was out lookin fer ye." Spot said as he was giving me a piggy back to the bunkroom.
"Yea! Double down boys!" I heard Racetrack say as we entered.
"Whudd er you doin hea?" I asked the group of boys from Manhattan.
"Is dat any way te greet yer brodda who came all dis way cuz he hoid ye was almost killed?" Scott mocked. "Ooh gettin a lil close are we?"
"Shudd up! So ye hoid bout me lil problem already?"
"Yea! Whudd ye think, dey wouldn't tell me de night it happens? We've been hea all night while you was sleepin, well kinda. And not te mention ye weren't up dis morning when we came in te see ye." Scott complained.
"So you've been hea all night?" I asked as Spot put me down.
"Yea, whudd ye think, I don care bout ye? When I hoid ye were attacked by Trevor I actually thought dey meant youse was killed." he said hugging me.
"Its great an all dat ye wanna hug me, but dat hoits a lot."
"So, whudds it like te have stitches fer a foist?"
"Let me go an puke!" I said sarcastically. "Dey look so gross! I neva had stitches befora an now yer makin fun a me."