The next morning I was up early. I didn't want to wake Jack, so I tip toed down to see Angel. Spot was already there, sitting next to her holding her hand.
"How's she doin'?" I asked and he didn't turn to look at me; just kept gazing at Angel.
"She's da same," he said shortly. He didn't say it, but I knew he blamed himself for giving her permission to talk to R.T. alone.
I went to sit next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "She'll be okay, ya know. She's a real fighah, jus like me. We got dat from ouah ma," I said and he put his hand on mine.
"I know she is," he said so quietly I almost didn't hear it. We sat in silence for a while before she started to stur. We both stood up and my face changed into concern.
"Hey," her voice was so dry, she barely got it out.
"Are ye ok?" Spot asked kneeling next to the bed.
"I'm fine." she replied groggily.
"Angel, he almost killed ye! I thought fer surre ye were dead! Id's a good ting dat we got dere when wese did," I said looking at her, kneeling down next to Spot.
"Look, I'll be fine! He wasn't gonna kill me... he considered it, but he wasn't gonna."
"Yer gonna have te stay in bed fer a while. Ye can't walk around since he cut ye really bad." Spot said.
"I'll be fine." she tried sitting up but she cried out in pain, making me jump up.
"Angel!" Spot and I yelled in unison.
"I'll be fine," she said as she layed back again.
"Yer gonna really hoit yerself." I couldn't keep the sadness and concern out of my voice.
"Bailey, I'll be fine."
"Angel, yer hoit really bad. Eida ye stay in bed fer a while er when our fatha comes I'll go an say I'm you! I'm not jokin'!" I threatened.
"Alright! If it makes ye happy! I'll stay in bed! Sheesh!" Angel huffed and crossed her arms.
"If ye need me te I'll stay instead of sell fer a few days," Spot offered.
"Naw. Bai you should go too. I'll be fi-."
"No I'm stayin' wid you," I interupted before she could finish, "knowin' you, youse'll get up an' walk 'round."
"Bailey I said I-"
"Angel! Shut it! I'm stayin an dats dat. Now yer gonna be a good lil goil and shut yer trap!" I shouted and she backed down from the fight.
"Whudd happened te Trevor?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Look I gotta go. I will be back afta I sell, alright?" Spot kissed Angel on the forehead and then left.
"So?" she asked.
"Whudd?" I returned.
"Afta you guys came... whudd happened?"
"Oh, well Spot saw you an' went nuts on Trevor. He really beat de crap outta him fer ye. I helped take ya back hea, an' R.T. got Morris good too," I said excitedly; I love giving the play by play of fights. "Ah coise I got Oscah befora I left, broke 'is nose."
"Really?" she was just as excited as I was and she attempted to sit up again.
"Yea, ah coise! An' don fidget, you'll pop yer stitches!" I warned.
"I got stitches?" he face went pale and I nodded.
"Yea, whudd ye think? Ye got cut deep, dey had te sew ye up hun!" I laughed. "Look it ain't dat bad. I even saw 'em an' I'm da same way youse ah."
"Yer not de one wid em in ye!" she said and layed down again, but more carefully.
I laughed. "But still dey didn't look dat bad. Trevor looked woise den you did. 'Specially since Spot went psycho in im."
"But R.T. whudd he say bout it all?"
"Well he thought it was his fault cuz he couldn't do nuttin', an' if ya ask me id was kinda his fault fer takin' ya 'way from da lodgin' house."
"Well whudd Spot say?"
"Man, youse ah curious! Spot said it really wasn't 'is fault cuz he wouldn't have been able te do nuttin eida. Don waste yer time worryin' 'bout it. Me an Blaze gots it unda control. Trust me," I winked and turned to leave.
"Wait where are ye goin?"
"Te speak te some friends. Ye know like Blaze, Club, an' Phoenix," I said then added 'mebe go see mah man' silently in my head and smirked.
"Thanks Bailey. It's a good thing ye came back," she smiled and I grinned back at her.
"I know. Whudd ye do wid out me?" I walked out without hearing her answer and headed towards my room to see if Jack was up.
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