"Hey, so how's de sholda?" Dutchy asked.
"Hoits, how dye think it feels?"
"Whudd bout yer leg?" Pie-eater asked.
"Bout de same."
"I can't believe ye didn't tell her we was hea." Jack said walking up to me as he brushing a hand through his hair.
"Bailey knows yer hea right?"
"Duh! Who dye think wanned us te stay till mornin?"
"Sorry, it's not like I know whudd goes on when I ain'r conscious."
"Really, I thought ye did!"
"Whudd er ye doin? Angel ye should be in bed!" Bailey nagged when she saw us. "It's nice dat ye wanna talk but de doc said ye should stay in bed fer a few days till yer wounds are healed enough fer ye te walk around."
"Thanks fer de lesson sis."
"Any time, remeba dats whudd I'm hea fer." she mimicked.
"Don give me dat! You try stayin in bed all day! It ain't easy. I don like te be stuck in a room all day!"
"Givin me attitude are ye? Well let me tell ye, I could always leave an lie te dad bout you an me." she threatened.
I reluctantly just starred at her, she starred back. "Alright why don ye two go sit in different corners befora one a ye does er says somethin yer gonna regret." Jack said getting in the middle.
"Look I'm just worried Angels gonna hoit herself even wois walkin round when she's supposed te stay in bed." Bailey argued.
"Hey, now I know both of ye has been trough a lot, but ye need to chill fer once. Nuttins gonna happen te Angel. I promise she'll be fine. C'mon lets go talk. I think it'll make ye feel betta. You too Angel." Jack said leading Bailey to my room.
"Alright." I said as Spot picked me up again and followed. "Ye ain't gotta do dat Spot. I think I can manage meself." I insisted.
"Last time ye almost hoit yerself, I really don think ye can do much by yerself right now."
"Hey, Spot I think ye should stay to. I bet youse gots some things te say, mebe."
"I dunno I don think I ain't got nuttin te say really." Spot insisted.
"Hold on, yer lyin! I know, I can see it in yer eyes. C'mon stay, I wanna know whudd ye gots te say, unless ye really don wanna say anythin." I said raising an eyebrow.
"Spot is gonna stay cuz he wants te share his feelins." Jack said pullin Spot back in and closing the door. "Sit boy!" he yelled after Spot tried to leave. I could tell something was wrong. Jack whispered to Spot and Spot nodded. "Alright now dat we're in hea, de nice couples we are, why don't ye share why yer so upset Bailey." Jack said sitting.
"Look Jack nuttins wrong. Alright." Bailey insisted, I could tell Jack knew she was lying and could see it a mile away.
"Bailey, I know somethins botherin ye. Don lie te me." Jack said very seriously.
"Look I don think dat dis is fair!"
"Bailey its not meant te be fair. Somethins botherin ye an I wanna know whudd it is."
Bailey couldn't say anything. I could see she was going to cry. "Its just…. I never thought….." Bailey began to cry as I thought. Since I was sitting next to her I hugged her.
"You know whudd botherin her don ya Angel."
"Its just, look I had te drag it outta her." I snapped.
"Whudds wrong? I know it might not be fixable."
"You know dat dis was gonna happen didn't ye!" I growled.
"An so did ye, yer point." he questioned not caring.
"Yer goil hea is cryin an yer not doin nuttin!"
"Look I wanna know whudd botherin her foist! She's been on ye like yer a bomb going te explode any minute! I just wanna know why she thinks yer gonna die if yer out an about!"
"Think of whudd ye just said. Somethin derres gonna anwsa yer question." I said looking away from him.
"Its ok it wasn't yer fault." I whispered to Bailey.
"It is. I shoulda been derre. I didn't even get te say goodbye er anythin."
"Bailey, he's right I ain't gonna die from deese cuts. De woist dat could happen is de stitches an dats already happened."
"But you didn't see whudd I saw. You didn't see, but Spot did. I promised him I wouldn't tell ye."
I looked at Spot. Then looked back at Bailey. "Whudd er ye sayin?" She wouldn't answer me.
"Ok, we're really not sharing our feelin." Jack got up and walked over to us. I let go of Bailey and he hugged her. "I know its gotta be something big fer ye te act like dat. Please tell me…I love ye so much it hoits me te see ye like dis."
"I can't…..it won't do any…" she sobbed.
"Ye don know till ye tell me whudds botherin ye." he pointed out.
"I dont even know dey did it…"
"Who?" he asked as Bailey cried, her head buried in his chest.
"Oscar an Morris."
"Whudd dey do te you?" he asked.
"…. Me parents…."
"Think bout whudd I said te ye eilia. You'll see whudd she's talking bout." I helpfully pointed out.
"So yer sayin dey were killed?" Jack asked.
"I didn't know dat dey even knew where I was stayin. I shoulda stayed." Bailey said trying to stop herself from crying.
"It wasn't yer fault. Why didn't ye tell me befora? Ye should a told me a while ago. Just recently cuz of Trevor you've been actin strange. I shoulda asked ye de last time Angel got hoit."
"Since Bailey shared whudds botherin her, why don you share Spot…" I said looking at him.
"I really don wanna talk bout it right now." he said standing.
"Hold on, I think Angel has a right te know whudds botherin ye too." Jack said still holding Bailey.
"But..dat ain't fair! Ye poipusly did dat te Bailey so I would talk wid Angel!" Spot yelled clenching his fists.
"Well now dat ye know me an Bailey are leavin you two te talk. TALK!" Jack barked at us.
"So somethin's been botherin ye?" I asked.
"Well sorta, see its just dat, well ye might be leavin soon and all. An I've been thinkin a lot."
"Oohh somethin new you've neva done." I joked.
"I was thinkin of a way youse an I could stay tageda an ye wouldn't eva be taken from me. I even talked te yer brodda bout dis."
"Yer point?" I asked giving him a blank look.