I woke up in my bed and felt Spot's arm around my waist. As I heard him breathing I knew he was still sleeping. I slowly tried to roll out of bed but found moving was very painful. "I think dat doc did somethin te me." I whispered to myself.

I looked at the top bunk and saw Bailey sleeping with Jack. Walking out into the bunkroom I saw Scott with Race and Mush. I noticed Race had a guilty look on his face.

"Mornin." he said glumly.

"How'er yer stitches?" Mush asked.

"Whudd ye mean?" I asked a bit confused.

"Oh dats right, youse was asleep. Yer stitches popped while ye was out last night. Kloppman had te fix em fer ye."

"Wait, whuddye mean?" I asked remembering I really didn't remember anything from the night before.

"Ye, don remmeba? Spot told us de bulls were following ye from dat guys house so ye ran, an o' course dat was a bad idea." Race started to explain.

"Not only did yer stitches pop but dat guy who replaced em for a ye did it wrong. So when yer stitches popped it was mora painful fer ye. Guess ye passed out last night afta de pain." Mush cut in.

"Thanks fer tellin me." I said after realizing why I hurt so much. I went and sat down by Race. "Mornin, Scott." I said slowly not taking my eyes off of him.

"Why didn't ye come an tell me whudd you was thinkin!" he snapping in a not so friendly tone.

"Am I supposed te come te ye wid every decision in me life? I ain't a child anymora Scott, I need te think fer meself at times ye know. Scott, I did whudd I had te do, I wanned te know if youse was right bout im dat day." I gave him a desperate look. "Ye was right, I wanned te know who he was. An I was afraid I would like im."

"I bet ye loined yer lesson right?" he rolled his eyes.

I got up and tried to hit him with a pillow and found that wasn't such a good idea.

"Ye really should be mora careful fer a while. Yer gonna really hoit yerself, go back te bed." Scott said helping me up.

"Befora I do, yer not mad at anyone else are ye? Like, Race? Cuz if ye are, ye should be mad at alla us, but mora likely me. I dragged em inta dis."

"Look I know ye had some part, but because of em-"

"Because of em I'm hea. Not wid oua fatha an not eloped wida freak. Yea I'ma bit injuad, but it comes wid de territory." I said then left to go back to bed.

As I got in the room I noticed Spot was awake. "I hoid whudd ye said. Not too many people fess up te whudd dey did." Spot smiled.

"I know, but rememba, I hate havin te lie bout things," I said laying back down on the bed with him.

"Could ye keep it down." I heard Bailey whisper. "Soma us like enjoyin quiet time wid one anudda."

"Well soma us like talkin radda den yer quiet time."

"Angel?"

"Yess'm?"

"Shuddup!"

I was woken up by Bailey around noon. She came back from selling. "Ye know how Scott told ye te take it easy? Dats gonna have te wait. Spots getttin ready so both a ye can leave fer Brooklyn, and I'm comin wid ye. I think Scott and Kevin are goin too. C'mon get ready."

"Alright I'm comin." I said trying to get out of bed. As I was about to stand up my bad leg gave in and I was on the floor

"Angel, are ye ok? Yer gonna have te have yer leg checked out lata." she said helping me stand.

As we walked into the bunk room Spot was arguing with Spits. "I can't believe ye looked!" Spot yelled and pushed Spits a little.

"Speakin of de devil." Spits said looking at me.

"Spot, whudds goin on?" knowing it was a stupid question.

"Look, she's nice, I'd wanna keep her too," Spits laughed.

"Dats it." Spot said right before punching Spits in the gut.

"I think yer gonna have te break dis one up." Bailey whispered.

"Ye think?" I walked over to them. "Stop!" I yelled and they still were fighting.

"Outta de way goil!" Spits snapped.

"Don talk te Angel like dat!" Spot said giving him a good one to the jaw.

"Stop! Spot I mean it!" I yelled.

"Look, yer boyfriend has a problem when I comment on seein ye in de nude." Spits said after pushing Spot. "I kinda like ye meself." Spits said grabbing me by the waist and was about to use me as a shield from Spot.

"Stop it both a ye!" I hollered. "An don touch me derre!" I snapped as Spits almost touched my butt. "Stop fightin. I've had enough of it fer now." I paused. "Bailey I think I'ma need yer help again." I said feeling my leg about to give way.

"Alright I'm comin. I jus hope we're leavin soon."

"We're jus about ready." Scott said from the doorway. "I jus gotta get Kevin an we'll go."

"Good. But I think Angel might have te be carried." Bailey but in.

"Bailey I'm fine really."

"Whudds wrong?" Spot asked staring at Spits.

"Nuttin, I'm fine. Bailey's jus ova reactin.." I said about to stand.

"Well when she ova reacts its fer a good reason."

"Shudd up an lets go." I said standing. As I did I lost my balance

"You ok?" Spot said grabbing me in time.

"Yea, I'm fine." I said grabbing the bed post of the bunk next to me.

"No yer not, c'mon we gotta get ye te a doc." Spot said starting to pull me,

"Spot, I said I was fine."

"If yer not treated right yer wounds might get woise."

"I don wanna see anudda docta. I jus wanna leave ok?" I said and walked off into my room.

Even though each step was painful I tried to walk as normal as possible and tried to hold in the pain. I sat on my bed and saw my leg was bleeding. "Great, how'm I supposed te hide dis?" I took off my pants and noticed the bandage even bloodier. "Crap." I looked around and found the shirt from Chris. I tore it and wrapped my leg. "Now whudd'm I supposed te wear?"