"I'm fin-"

"Take it off damnit! Yer loosin a lotta blood!" Frit yelled. I slowly took off my shirt.

Bailey was done bandaging Doodles so she took my shirt and went to go wash it. Frit helped me to a bunk bed and examined my wound. "Dis is really gonna hoit. Chris, hold er down."

"Hold me down!" I began to sit up but Frit pushed me down and Chris grabbed me and held me down. "I swea, ye might be able te fight, but ye still ain't able te handle pain."

As Frit fished out the bullet I turned my head away while I squirmed and held in my cries. When he finally got the bullet out and wiped away the blood I looked back and noticed a lot of blood. "I think if ye rest fer a couple of days yer gonna be fine. But make suure ye clean out yer wounds ye hea. Both of ye!" Frit ordered as he began to bandage mine.

"Yer shoits all clean." Bailey yelled obnoxiously as she entered the room. "Yer lucky, I dunno whudd Spot woulda done it he knew ona his favorite shoits was ruined."

"Derres a bullet hole in it! How am I gonna fix dat!" I yelled annoyed with myself.

"Whudd er ye stupid? Dats what Christina's fora." Bailey threw the shirt at me.

"Well, how bout, whudd'le I wea? Spot's gonna notice I ain't wearin his shoit!"

"Well, we can jus say we spent de night at Christina's. She can fix yer shoit and no one'll notice. Till den ye can wea someone else's shoit."

"Ye can take ona Blink's." Frit grinned. "I dunno if he'll notice as long as ye get it back to im soon."

"Thanks." I gave a weak smile.

Frit agreed to take us there since Doodle's wasn't able to really walk. We decided Chris was going to come with us so that no one would be suspicious about the boy who resembled Spot.

With Frits help we got to Christina's safely. She didn't mind Chris was staying with us and was happy to have company for the night. Christina was happy we came to stay with her for two reasons, to keep Spot from finding out what happened, and to spend time with us. Christina thought it was funny that Spot's brother was named Chris since we called her Chris at times.

"Uh, Chris.. Er I mean Christina." I said after realizing Chris looked at me. "Can you possibly fix Spot's shoit fer me."

"Aw how cute. Ye got his shoit all ruined jus so he can yell at ye fer ruinin ona his favorite shoits." Christina laughed.

"Can ye er not?' I demanded not wanting to be reminded of ruining a good shirt.

"Dunn worry, I cam make dis shoit look good on Spot. He won't even know it wasn't his." Christina laughed.

"Whuddye mean?"

"Don't ye know? I can't fix de shoit so dat he won't know a bullet didn't go through it. I can make him a new one dough. It ain't hard. I'll jus use dis one as a pattern." Christina smiled. "He won't know de diff. I got dis material in de back."

Christina went to go fetch the materials for the shirt. I was relived that she was able to do this, I just hoped it wouldn't cost too much. Better yet I hoped Spot couldn't tell the difference between his clothes and new ones. As we watched Christina make a new shirt, Frit asked us what we were going to do about Chris.

"Ain't dat obvious? We'se gonna suprise Spot!" I smiled.

Frit just shook his head and looked at Chris. "Yer Spot's lil brodda huh. Neva thought dat guy had any family left." Frit said looking sympathetic. "I rememba de day he became a newsie. Tough guy he is. I'm suure yer gonna be jus like him one day."

"Yer dunno dat." Chris said looking at the ground. "I thought one day he'd come back fer me. Dunno why I waited."

"Look! Spot really loves ye. He prolly won't show it since he's hard on himself and hates showin his emotions but, de reason we came an got ye was te suprise him. He even told me he was afraid ye didn't rememba him so he neva went te get ye. He tries real hard not te talk te ye er anything. He sees ye walkin down de streets and hes always happy te see ye." I said grabbing Chris by the hand. "He ain't a bad guy er anything, he just, hes a guy dats supposed te be hard on de outside. Beside, I'm suure he did it te protect ye."

Chris looked up at me. It was the same eyes that look up at me every day. The same ones that I saw whenever I did something stupid or if something bad had happened. It was almost like I was looking into Spot's past and saw himself through his brothers eyes. I gave Chris a hug.

"Some day ye might undastand dat strange goil dere in yer arms." I heard a voice call out.

I let go of Chris and looked to see who it was. Spot. 'Oh boy' I thought to myself. Indeed, this could be trouble.