Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. thanks to my therapist I'm a lot more
accepting of that fact.
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"Mom?" I ask shakily one I get my voice to work.
My mom weaves her way towards me, moving around the bodies lying on makeshift hospital beds, and those milling around.
"Kevin. You're supposed to be in the stable!"
"What are these people doing here?" I said, my voice higher than normal.
Mom places a hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it off. "Honey, they've got no where else to go."
"So they had to come HERE?"
"Kevin." She lowers her voice, although everyone's paying attention to just us- some more obviously than others. "They've got nowhere else to go. The hospital sent them here."
"Why?!"
"Because I've got nurses training. And I can help them."
"Help the muties?"
A couple of the people (who I realize, with a start, are all around my age) glare at my use of the term. One guy laughs, real loud. He's about a year or two older than me, but looks to be a lot shorter- I can't really tell. He's lying on a hospital bed.
"You hear that, Ma? Looks like your boy needs some manners." With a start I realize he's talking to MY mom. I glare, hopefully the boy'll read it as a message to keep away from my mother.
He ignores my glare. "Listen, kid, you seem like a bright boy. We're not any of those mutants you kids enjoy talking about. We're just sick, so lay off."
"Anthony. Dude, calm down." A dark haired boy said, sitting on the bed next to him. He wiped his nose on his arm and continued. "He's just a little freaked."
"Freaked? You mustn't of heard him right, Dean. He just called YOU a freak. As in an insult, you big lug."
"A mutant." Another boy stuttered. This one has curly brown hair tucked under a baseball hat, and extremely large front teeth. "Like the comics. X- men or whatever. The Wolverine. Healing powers.ada.ada.ada-"
"Adamantium." Dean supplied. The other boy smiled weakly at him.
"Claws. Sure- sure could use some of those he-he-healing po-powers, huh guys?" he finished, sweating with the effort it took to voice his thoughts.
Anthony laughs bitterly. "Sure could, Danny. Sure as hell could, you smart little bastard." He says, smiling at the other boy.
I turn to my mom and see she's smiling at the Danny kid, too. I whip around and run up the stairs.
At the top, I hear Anthony's laughter again. "Better go after your boy, Ma. He's a little nutso-"
I slam the door shut and run up the stairs to my room and throw myself onto my bed.
Mom storms in a minute later. My mother on an anger rampage could mate Satan beg for forgiveness. I meekly turn to face her, biting my lip.
"Kevin Michael Li. What the hell?"
"Mom, they're-"
"They're sick kids with no home and no one to care for them, that's what they are! I don't know who's feeding you this mutant bullshit, but that is NOT what those kids are."
"They're contaminated. Radioactive." I swallow. "I heard they glow in the dark."
Great. Now I'm Katie. That thought's enough to give me nightmares for the next week and a half.
"That's bullshit too, Kevin!"
She glares at me. "You better get over whatever this is about the other boys. Because you're going to have to help me take care of them."
She storms out the door and- against my better judgement- I follow her out.
"Why are you doing this? What if we all get sick and die? Huh? What happens then?"
"Nothing. We'd be dead."
"Moooom."
"Keeeeviiiiin."
I hate it when my mom whines at me.
"I can't help you. I need to help dad with the horses."
"Dad can take care of the horses himself. I gave birth, I get first dibs if I need your help."
I sigh heavily. "Mom. I don't-"
"Too bad Kevin. Now come with me down to the basement. I need your help emptying bedpans."
"What?!"
------ I luffles this story- hehehe. Luffles luffles luffles luffles. SHOUT-OUTS! WOO!
Kezzles Pateezels: KEZA! YOU RETURN! *loves Keza* YOU gotta IM me, okies! We can obsess over the Pie-age. I must say, I agree with your equations. Do you really think I'm a monster? *is sad* *luffles Kezzles anyway*
SITA-SU!:We're all heroes! *dances joyfully* I like it too.it's a little strange, though. Oh well!
Ravy-Wavy: Er.*shifty eyes* *is glad NY is far from IL*
Pryomanical Llama: Okay first off- LOVE YOUR NAME. Yeah, you reminded me of the whole X-men thing. It's not a cross-over, though-obviously. Cause if it were, there'd be some Nightcrawler and Pyro and Cyclops and Gambit in her.
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"Mom?" I ask shakily one I get my voice to work.
My mom weaves her way towards me, moving around the bodies lying on makeshift hospital beds, and those milling around.
"Kevin. You're supposed to be in the stable!"
"What are these people doing here?" I said, my voice higher than normal.
Mom places a hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it off. "Honey, they've got no where else to go."
"So they had to come HERE?"
"Kevin." She lowers her voice, although everyone's paying attention to just us- some more obviously than others. "They've got nowhere else to go. The hospital sent them here."
"Why?!"
"Because I've got nurses training. And I can help them."
"Help the muties?"
A couple of the people (who I realize, with a start, are all around my age) glare at my use of the term. One guy laughs, real loud. He's about a year or two older than me, but looks to be a lot shorter- I can't really tell. He's lying on a hospital bed.
"You hear that, Ma? Looks like your boy needs some manners." With a start I realize he's talking to MY mom. I glare, hopefully the boy'll read it as a message to keep away from my mother.
He ignores my glare. "Listen, kid, you seem like a bright boy. We're not any of those mutants you kids enjoy talking about. We're just sick, so lay off."
"Anthony. Dude, calm down." A dark haired boy said, sitting on the bed next to him. He wiped his nose on his arm and continued. "He's just a little freaked."
"Freaked? You mustn't of heard him right, Dean. He just called YOU a freak. As in an insult, you big lug."
"A mutant." Another boy stuttered. This one has curly brown hair tucked under a baseball hat, and extremely large front teeth. "Like the comics. X- men or whatever. The Wolverine. Healing powers.ada.ada.ada-"
"Adamantium." Dean supplied. The other boy smiled weakly at him.
"Claws. Sure- sure could use some of those he-he-healing po-powers, huh guys?" he finished, sweating with the effort it took to voice his thoughts.
Anthony laughs bitterly. "Sure could, Danny. Sure as hell could, you smart little bastard." He says, smiling at the other boy.
I turn to my mom and see she's smiling at the Danny kid, too. I whip around and run up the stairs.
At the top, I hear Anthony's laughter again. "Better go after your boy, Ma. He's a little nutso-"
I slam the door shut and run up the stairs to my room and throw myself onto my bed.
Mom storms in a minute later. My mother on an anger rampage could mate Satan beg for forgiveness. I meekly turn to face her, biting my lip.
"Kevin Michael Li. What the hell?"
"Mom, they're-"
"They're sick kids with no home and no one to care for them, that's what they are! I don't know who's feeding you this mutant bullshit, but that is NOT what those kids are."
"They're contaminated. Radioactive." I swallow. "I heard they glow in the dark."
Great. Now I'm Katie. That thought's enough to give me nightmares for the next week and a half.
"That's bullshit too, Kevin!"
She glares at me. "You better get over whatever this is about the other boys. Because you're going to have to help me take care of them."
She storms out the door and- against my better judgement- I follow her out.
"Why are you doing this? What if we all get sick and die? Huh? What happens then?"
"Nothing. We'd be dead."
"Moooom."
"Keeeeviiiiin."
I hate it when my mom whines at me.
"I can't help you. I need to help dad with the horses."
"Dad can take care of the horses himself. I gave birth, I get first dibs if I need your help."
I sigh heavily. "Mom. I don't-"
"Too bad Kevin. Now come with me down to the basement. I need your help emptying bedpans."
"What?!"
------ I luffles this story- hehehe. Luffles luffles luffles luffles. SHOUT-OUTS! WOO!
Kezzles Pateezels: KEZA! YOU RETURN! *loves Keza* YOU gotta IM me, okies! We can obsess over the Pie-age. I must say, I agree with your equations. Do you really think I'm a monster? *is sad* *luffles Kezzles anyway*
SITA-SU!:We're all heroes! *dances joyfully* I like it too.it's a little strange, though. Oh well!
Ravy-Wavy: Er.*shifty eyes* *is glad NY is far from IL*
Pryomanical Llama: Okay first off- LOVE YOUR NAME. Yeah, you reminded me of the whole X-men thing. It's not a cross-over, though-obviously. Cause if it were, there'd be some Nightcrawler and Pyro and Cyclops and Gambit in her.