Hours passed as I sat curled up. By the time someone came to the door it was dark. Someone knocked but I didn't answer. "Hey, Angel. Ye alive in derre? It's me Bailey and Doodles."
Slowly, I stood up and opened the door. Bailey hugged me as she stpped into the room. "I know whudd yer thinkin. But Spot's gonna be fine an im suure it wasn't all yer fault."
As Doodles stepped into the room she closed the door with one hand. "She's right. Chain told us he saw something. He woulda intefeaed but he wasn't suure what was goin on er who it was." As Doodles turned back around I noticed she had a tub of water and a wash cloth.
"Ye don't get it. It was my fault. If I didn't attack Treva he prolly wouldna shot Spot. It's all my fault."
"C'mon lets get ye cleaned up while ye tell us whudd happened. And Jus so ye know, Race came an got me. We left Kevin in Brooklyn. I'm goin back tomorrow wit ye. We're gonna have te leave Spot."
Bailey led me to the bed and sat me down. I stared at her and Doodles for a moment. I know they both wanted to hear the story but I wasn't sure if I felt like sharing. Doodles sat on the other side of me with the water in her lap. She picked up the rag, diped it in water, wrang it out, and started wiping the blood from my face.
"Well, are ye gonna tell us whudd happened?" Bailey was obviously impatient.
"Ok, I guess it started when we were in Brooklyn. Spot told me bout someone in his life an we decided to go visit." I was talking slowly trying to remember every detail of what happened that day. "We were leavin an when we were bout te go round a corner, someone pulled on my hair." I thought hard trying to remember what was next. "… I was hit. An someone.. who.. Oscar was derre." Doodles rinsed out the blood on the rag and began wiping near where I was hit on the head. "An Treva. Dey startled me an Spot. Treva had a gun... I was bleedin an couldn think straight. Treva was playin wid us, tried te make us decide who he'd shoot foist. Den he remembad he had only one bullet." I could hear Doodles repeating rinsing the rag as she began wiping blood from places like my neck I didn't realize it ended up. "He let down his guard an I started at im. We thought he was gonna shoot me, but at de last second he shot Spot." I stopped and just stared into Bailey's eyes. "Derre was so much blood. I didn't know what te do." I began trembling and crying again as I remembered Spot laying on the ground.
"Its ok." Bailey hugged me as Doodles began wiping off my hands.
After they cleaned me up they had me change my clothes. I wiped down the spots of blood they couldn't get to as I changed. I handed my bloodied clothes to Bailey and Doodles as I changed and we took my clothes to the wash room to try and wash the blood out. As Bailey worked on a shirt, Doodles worked on my pants and I began trying to get blood out of Spot's shirt. I worked slowly starring at the soapy blood dripping into the sink. I saw Doodles and Bailey frequently look over at me most likely checking how I was doing.
"Let me help ya wid dat." Doodles said taking the shirt from me as she set the pants down on a sink. "I'm done wid de pants. Jus gotta let em dry now." I let Doodles take the shirt from me as I stood next to her and just watched. Doodles worked much faster than I did and got all the stains out of the shirt. "Good as new. Now Spot can wea dis shoit I knew ye like on im soo much," Doodles rubbed my back as I just stood there.
"All done!" Bailey yelled throwing the shirt on my face. "Lighten up! Spot's gonna be fine. He'll be bedridden fer a while but atleast he ain't dead. Ye wasn't dis sad when Scott got shot." Bailey grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the wash room. "C'mon. We're gonna go te Brooklyn if ye don't chea up. Whudd happened wasn't as bad as it coulda. A lotta us could be mournin yer death right now."
I looked at Bailey surprised. "I was expectin te get shot. Not see Spot get shot."
Bailey turned around and for a moment she stared at me. All of a sudden her hand collided with the side of my head. "Stupid. I swea ye neva think. He wasn't gonna shoot ye if he had one bullet. Think of it, he'd wanna hoit ye de most till he gets ye alone. An te think, ye thought he was gonna shoot ye!"
"I was de one who was bout te attack im!" I yelled frustrated since Bailey hit me where Trevor hit me on the head.
"Yeah well I wouldn't doubt he gave ye a concussion. C'mon we gotta see if dat docta's still round."