Chapter 15

A week passed by, and everyone was chanting "No more papes, Stop The World!!!!" outside the circulation office. Standing by Race, Angel watched as the scabs started to come out, ready to sell papes.

"Race…. Hey Race come heah!"

"Cmon Angel, What Spot?"

"Just tell me I'm seein' things, just tell me I'm seein' things!"

Just as he said that, Jack walked out dressed like a scab with newspapers in his hand.

"No, you ain't seein' things, that's Jack!" "What's he doin?"

"He's dressed like a scab!"

"This ain't happenin', what are you doin' Jack?!" Kid Blink yelled.

"Ya bum…. I'll soak ya, YA FAKE!" Racetrack yelled.

"Jack, how could you!" Angel and Mush exclaimed.

"Cmere you dirty rotten scabbah, cmon I'll murder ya, TRAITOR!" Spot yelled as all of us were trying to pull him back.

Weasel, Jack, and the rest of the scabs pushed trough us and got on with their day. We for one were angry and very confused at the same time! All the rest of the newsies went and sat in Central Park while Angel, Spot, and Racetrack stayed behind.

"I can't believe Jack would do something like dis!"

"I know Spot, but there's nothing we can do to change it now."

"She's got a point, Spot."

Spot went up to her and gave her a hug.

"Whada ya say we go get somethin' ta eat?"

"I'm starving!" exclaimed Racetrack.

"Let's go!"

Angel took Race's arm, and Spot followed close by.

When they were a block away from Tibby's, Angel collapsed. Racetrack leaned over and saw her on the ground.

"Spot!" "Angel's unconscious!"

"Oh my god, we gotta get her to a hospital, NOW!"

"Spot, she's probably just tired from walkin, there's no need to bring her to a hospital!"

"Race, you don't understand, something is really wrong!"

With that, Spot picked her up and carried her towards the hospital.

"Spot, what's the matter with er'?"

"I'll tell you when we get there." "No time now!"

Angel again woke up in a hospital room with the doctor over her and Spot sitting in the chair beside her.

"I'm not dead?" she asked.

"Yes, well, not now you aren't." "I put you on a medicine that helps you, but it won't cure you completely."

"That's ok, thank you doctor."

The doctor smiled, then left the room. Angel then looked over at Spot.

"You're here…. I knew you would be."

"What did I tell ya Angel, I'm gonna always be at cher' side from now on."

"That's why I knew you would be here with me."

Spot hugged her and the door opened. Race took his hat off, walked in, and sat down by her.

"Angel, tell me, what's going on?" "What's wrong?" "Are you ok?"

She paused for a minute, then spoke very clearly and very slowly.

"Race…. This is going to be extremely hard for me to say…. But I can't keep this from you, nor anyone else anymore."

"What?"

"I'm dying…. Race."

Racetrack fell back into his chair. In shock, he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"From what?" he asked quietly.

"Ovarian Cancer, Race."

"Oh my god, how long have you got Angel?"

"Weeks, slight chance of a month."

"Oh Angel…. I won't let you go!"

He grabbed her into the biggest hug and started to cry a little.

"Race, listen to me, you will NEVER loose me, because I'll always be right here." She said as she took her finger and put it over his heart.

"Angel…. When are you going to tell everybody else?" Spot asked.

"Right after I get out of here." "Race, would you do me the biggest favor in the world?"

"Anything Angel"

"Go tell everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, to meet at Irving Hall tomorrow night." "Just tell them that I have a message to give to them."

"I will do just that."