Over the next few weeks Chase didn't see Spot at all, and it was killing her. Spot did however make the effort to clear things up with Jack he apologized and claimed that 'it wasn't his fault the whore lured him in'. Jack tried to convince him otherwise , but Spot was too stubborn to listen.
Chase walked down the street to Jack's selling spot only to find him hacking up a storm.
"Whats wrong with you , careful your gonna cough up a lung"
"I know, I'se not sure wat I got but I'se so tihed" he yawned.
"here give me your papes I'll finish sellin them and you go home and get some rest."
"are ya sure"
"course you only have like 20 left , not a problem"
As Jack hugged Chase and went to leave Spot showed up , anticipating finding Jack not Chase and Jack.
"OK so wats da deal heah , Jack ya tol me nothin was goin on but apparently der is now wats da story"
"der is no story Spot how many times do I gotta tell ya dat, me n Chase is jest friends"
"yea I don't know why you wont just get over it, you saw us kissing it didn't mean anything" Chase added angrily. "Jack go home now your not looking too good, I will take care of this"
Jack reluctantly left .
Chase too left the situation that she put herself in, but that was the easiest thing to do , run from your problems.
"IS DAT IT YA GONNA RUN FROM YA PROBLEMS ALL DA TIME"
"YEP" was all she said as she walked off to sell Jack's papes.
She returned a few hours later, and found Spot in the bunkroom when she went to talk to Jack.
"what are you doing here" she asked.
"came ta talk ta Jack , but hes sick"
She hurried to Jack's side.
"Jack whats wrong" he was shaking uncontrollably and sweat was pouring from his forehead.
"I.. I … don't know I just don't feel ta good, I'se so cold"
"Race get a blanket and a cold towel" Chase ordered. When he didn't move Spot piped in.
"Don't jest stand dere move" He hollered.
Race returned and Chase wrapped Jack in the blanket and placed the towel on his forehead.
"ok everything is going to be ok, Jack your going to be fine…..your going to get better and you'll be back selling papes in a day or two no worries right" Chase stuttered.
Jack shook his head. "No Chase im goin , its me time, now Ch..Chase take care a me boys, and don't kill Spot he loves ya" Spot's jaw dropped. "Chase I'se scahed"
"Jack" she began tears running down her face as he began to shake violently.
"you don't have to be scared we all love you , you got your dream, your loved more than you know and respected, no one is ever going to sell a pape and not think of you, your story will be told for hundreds of years, and your not leavin your not sayin goodbye its only goodnight"
"I always love ya Chase Hayes and you'se neva ferget me"
"I couldn't if I tried" she smiled.
Jack shook a few seconds more before his eyes shut and he was gone forever. One of the greatest men that ever lived was gone.
Chase began crying violently. Spot picked her up slowly to comfort her, but she refused and brushed her tears away.
"Kloppman can you call the doctor." She sniffled "we've got to get Jack all taken care of ya know burial arrangements and what not"
The boys slowly left one by one and soon all that was left was Chase and Spot.
She spoke quietly, "Spot what are we going to do, how is Manhattan going to survive without him, who is going to be the new leader"
He placed a hand on her shoulder, "its going to be ok , Hattan'll suvive dey always do, n Race will be da new leada hes da oldest n him n Jack was best friends he knows how it woiks"
"yea I guess"
A little while later the doctor arrived and took Jack's body. The funeral was very small they buried him in a small lot in a almost deserted cemetery. They later found out that the cause of Jack's death was a terrible case of pneumonia that had progressed without detection eventually killing him because of a collapsed lung. Race did take over as leader, the transition was hard on everyone , boys sulked for weeks and so did Chase, Spot went back to Brooklyn he just couldn't stand the sadness anymore he didn't know how to handle it.
A/N: so what do you think?