"Bai! Doodles!" I yelled after emerging from an alley onto Manhattan streets.
"Angel, ova hea!" Bailey yelled kneeling with Chris. "Yer shot too. Whudder we goona tall Spot?"
"Absolutly nuthin. We gotta clean me up quick." I said offering my bloodied hand to Bailey. "Lets go, Doodle's needs te get cleaned up too. Spot'll kill me."
"Derre's no way he ain't gonna notice yer hoit." Chris said looking at the blood on my arm.
"I gotta be careful is all. Ain't de foist time I've attempted te hid something from im." I smiled. "I know jus de guy te help too." I grinned.
As we got to the Manhattan lodging house, Bailey agreed to go in first and snoop around. Making sure Jack or Spot, or anyone who would tell him we were injured wasn't there. "All clea!" She hollered from the stairs. "It's jus us an Frit."
"Frit's hea?" I asked helping Doodles in.
"I didn't think he came te Manhattan fer his lil break." Doodles said trying to make her way up the stairs.
"Whudd kinda name is Frit?" Chris asked curiously as we managed to go up a couple of steps.
"Almost everyone's gotta nickname hea." I explained.
"Ye need some help?" Frit asked picking Doodles up when he came to the stairs. He turned around and stared for a moment then demaned what had happened. We got up the stairs and Bailey told him the story after. He put Doodles down and began to tend to her injury while Bailey went and got some water, two towels, and some bandages.
"Wait a second. Dats Spot's brodda!" Frit was amazed. "I didn't know he had one."
"I didn't know Spot was still alive eida. Not afta he left de orphanage." Chris said looking at the floor.
"Well, no ones supposed te know. Dis is mora of a surprise. I jus didn't think we'd run inta Treva so soon. Again." I managed to say. "Look, please promise ye won't tell Spot whudd happened te us. If he don't know he won't get worried."
"Beg all ye want. But somethin has te be done. If ye want I won't tell but I think he'll find out soona er lata."
I looked at Frit and thought for a moment while he tried to pull the bullet from Doodles who was almost crying in pain. "Ye know, I think I don't wanna tell im" I said now realizing it was almost my turn. I looked down at the floor just as he was pulling out the bullet. As I looked at the floor I could see a small puddle forming from the blood dripping off my fingers.
"Ey, ye ok?" Chris asked me.
"I'm fine." I looked up and felt a little dizzy.
"I'll be wit ye in a sec. I'm not suure which ona ye is losin mora blood but I figuad I woik wit whudd I had in me arms foist. Yer lookin a lil pale Angel, I prolly shoulda started on youse." Frit said wiping the blood from Doodle's wound. "Bai, yer gonna have te bandage her up. I need te get Angel woiked on."
"I'm fine really. It's jus a lil scratch." I backed away from Frit, I fell to my knees feeling weak.
"Angel!" Bailey yelled.
"I dun think dats ok." Chris said as he and Frit both rushed to my side.
"I'm fine, jus lost me balance." I said trying to assure myself. "I can take care of meself."
Frit grabbed me. "Take off yer shoit."