When Jack came up, Harmony recapped the entire story, sparing no details. Jack, needless to say, was very upset.
"You'se like me sistah, but Spot's like me broddah. I'se kinda caught 'n da middle heah," Jack said.
"I understand. Is it true what he said 'bout Brooklyn though?"
"Yeah, Brooklyn has unfathomable skills in fighting an' all dat. I'se glad dat Ise'll nevah be 'n a fight 'gainst um. Ise'd nevah be able ta go up 'gainst Spot. It would be real difficult, an' I'se wouldn' be able ta foresee da loyalty a da boys, even mine when it came down ta it."
"Yes, I suppose it would, an' I would nevah ask ya ta. Is it true what he said 'bout Blink? Am I leadin' him on? Is der anythin' ta lead him on wid?"
"I'se hasn't seen anythin' ta prove what Spot accuses ya of, but as much as I'se hates ta say it, he's usually pretty well informed," Jack said apologetically. "But 'course youse'd nevah do anythin' like dat ta anyone on poipose. It's jest a misunderstandin'." Then he jokingly punched her in the stomach. It was only a small punch, and very light, but it still sent Harmony to the floor, gasping from the pain.
Jack was frantic. "Harmony, Harmony. Whats wrong wid you? What did I do?"
"It's me stomach." Harmony forced out in pain.
Jack laid her on his bed and lifted her shirt. There was a shallow, yet long, cut across from her bellybutton to just above her right hip.
"Dis don' look so good, Harmony. Seems like somebody sliced ya wit' a knife," Jack said, concerned that it might get infected.
"Yeah, probably 'cause dey did. I didn't think it was dat bad doh," Harmony reasoned, tears from the pain in her eyes.
"Why didn' you'se tell me befoah?" Jack asked.
"I was a little caught up in fightin' wid Spot. Sorry. It'll be alright."
"No, we'se bettah clean it out. Its kinda deep an' it might get infected."
"Don't worry 'bout it," More edge in her voice than she'd meant to have.
"Harmony, I'se don' care what you'se has ta say, dat cut needs ta be cleaned," Jack insisted.
But Harmony protested, "I'se had worse! Now leave me alone!"
Eventually she gave into him because she knew he wouldn't leave it alone. But, she wasn't pleased with Jack at all, even if he had been helping her. In no time he had her stomach cleaned and bandaged, but that didn't mean she was happy with him. By the time the others had returned, stained with the blood of the boys they had been 'nursing' in the streets, she was completely ignoring him. When she studied the people entering the room, she saw someone she hadn't expected. Spot. Again.