Author note: Okay, here's chapter 13…hope you enjoy it!

I saw Scout running towards a body that lay on the ground unconscious. She instantly fell to her knees and shook the body to wake it. I began to walk towards her, trying to get a glimpse of who she was with.

I passed by the fight that was surrounding Brooklyn, trying to get to Scout. I avoided being hit, and nobody seemed to even notice me. That was, until, he stepped in front of me.

I stepped back a few steps, ready to run. He grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me to the ground.

"No, go away. Leave me alone!" I screamed, looking around frantically for help. Everybody seemed to be busy. I looked over in Scout's direction, to watch her get hit over the head by a man with a club. I pushed him away and struggled to my feet.

I had to get to Scout and the mysterious body, I just had to! I began to run, but was dragged down once more by his strong grip. I screamed and kicked at his head.

"Sage?" a weak voice called. I looked around and nobody was even looking in my direction.

"Sage?" it came again.

I opened my eyes slightly to see a pair of green eyes looking back at me. I instantly jolted up and wrapped my arms around Scout's neck, and it wasn't long until she hugged me back.

I let go of her to find that me and her were the only ones in the room…and I was lying in her bed.

"Scout, you're-"

"Awake, yeah. How do youse feel?" I gave her an odd look.

"Why am I in your bed? You should be here so you can rest," I began to push myself up, but Scout placed her hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay," she said. "After I woke up dis mornin, Spot put youse in da bed 'cause youse were burnin up, and youse still are," she said, placing her palm onto my head.

"Wait, you woke up and nobody told me," I said. "How do you feel?"

"I feel great, actually. I'm gettin headaches from time to time, but I'm better." To be honest, she did look better. She was fully dressed and grinning from ear to ear. I didn't know how her head was, but I was pretty sure it still hurt her.

"What time is it?" I asked, pulling the sheets up to me. I didn't even realize how cold it was, and yet I was sweating.

"It's 'bout three in da afternoon," Scout said, smiling.

"What? I've slept that long?" I nearly screamed. My voice sounded extremely hoarse, and raspy.

"Yeah," Scout said, shrugging.

"Well, where's Spot and Jack?" I asked.

"Dey is at tha restaurant." I looked down at my clothes; I was still in the shirt and boy shirt that I had borrowed from Scout.

She walked wobbly to the washroom and splashed water onto her face. The way she was walking made her look drunk.

"Scout, maybe you should lay down," I said, watching her slowly make her way over to a towel.

"Nah, I'm fine," she said, wiping her face.

"Besides, youse is worse den me." As soon as she said that I let out a few coughs, and then started to sneeze.

"I can't believe I got so sick from walking in the rain," I muttered, rubbing my watery eyes.

"Ha ha, I can't believe dat youse went walkin in da rain without me," Scout laughed. She sat down in the chair and placed her hand back onto my forehead.

"Hmmm, we's is gonna hafta get a doctor for youse," she said, pulling her hand away. I sniffed, or, at least I tried to.

"I'm fine," I lied, staring up at the ceiling. Scout massaged her temples, and groaned.

"Damn I have a bad headache," she said, closing her eyes.

"Okay, you should lie down," I told her. Scout shook her head,

"No, youse need ta get better." I sighed and watched her clean her room, nearly falling over from her headaches.

The door/bookcase thing opened, and Spot and Jack walked in. Jack immediately made his way to Scout's side and made her sit down. Spot leaned against the wall and watched the two. Scout argued back, complaining about the "mess" in her room. Actually, it was very clean. Spot turned his head to me, and smirked.

"How is youse feelin?" I looked up at him,

"Cold," I said in a hoarse voice. Spot nodded and grabbed an extra blanket from the closet. He unfolded it and placed it on me.

"Am I staying here?" I asked him.

"Youse can if youse want, but I'm goin back ta Brooklyn today," he said, watching Scout try to push Jack away from her so she could continue cleaning.

"I guess I'll have to stay here since I'm so sick," I said, looking down. Spot shook his head,

"Youse can come with me. Youse won't have ta walk," he said. I closed my eyes briefly, and then opened then to find Scout pouting, sitting in the chair with Jack blocking her from escaping. I laughed, but that only caused me to cough. Everybody stopped what they were doing and watched me with concern.

"Once we's get ta Brooklyn I'm gettin a doctor," Spot said. I shrugged and yawned, wanting to sleep for another year or so. Spot looked at the pocket watch on the nightstand.

"We's should head out," he said, placing the watch back on the nightstand. Scout stood to her feet and came to my side.

"C'mon, Spot. Help me get 'er out of da bed!" Scout ordered. I pushed the covers off of my body and stood on my on.

"I can stand," I told them both. I didn't know if I had enough strength to walk, so I guess we'll see. I moved one foot in front of the other. Yeah, I had energy, but I was terribly tired. I felt someone wrap a blanket around my shoulders and looked back at Spot.

"I'm carryin youse," he said. I shook my head, and backed up.

"No, you'll see your energy from carrying me." Spot rolled his eyes,

"Yer tired, so youse ain't walkin." Before I could protest, Spot picked me up bridal style.

"This is uncalled for!" I told him, gripping the blanket. I heard Scout laugh,

"Aw, that looks so cute," she said. Spot sent her a death glare and ordered Jack to open the door. Jack laughed and did as he was told. I rolled my eyes and held back the urge to hit Spot. He walked down the steps with ease, and asked the boy – I think his name is Race – to open the door. The boy did so, and we were now outside of the Lodging House.

"Spot, put me down!" I demanded, trying to get out of his arms.

"Shut up and rest," he said. He didn't struggle one bit while carrying me. He greeted people as we made our way to the Brooklyn Bridge.

It was absolutely freezing! My hands were as cold as ice, or so that's what Spot said when I purposely touched his cheek to see if my hands were cold. I soon gave in and let him carry me without me trying to get away. My eyes felt a bit droopy, and I accidentally leaned my head against his chest.

I felt my eyes closing slightly, that was until I heard a voice.

"Well if it isn't the Brooklyn King himself." I looked over to see where the voice came from, and seen two hideous looking boys.

"Well if it isn't da Delancey brudders," Spot said, holding me tightly. I sighed in frustration and felt myself coughing.

"How about a nice little fight," one of the boys said. Spot rolled his eyes,

"Why? Youse know I'll jus' end up beatin youse down," Spot said. The boys laughed and began to walk closer to me and Spot.

"Whose dis beauty?" one of the boys asked, eyeing me. I gripped Spot's shirt and glared at him. Spot growled,

"Get outta here, you scabs!" The boys gave each other amused glances,

"What if we don't wanna?" I rolled my eyes and looked up at Spot was looked as if he was getting ready to throw me at them. I slightly laughed at my absurd thought, and was thankful nobody noticed me.

"Youse either get lost or I'll soak ya!" Spot warned, gripping me tighter.

"How about you hand over the girl, and we'll leave you be." Spot now had a murderous look on his face, and for a second I thought he was going to hand me over. He just simply walked passed them, and made his way to the Brooklyn Bridge.

I looked back at the boys and saw them arguing.

"Why didn't you fight them?" I asked.

"Because youse need ta see a doctor, and I don' have time ta play with a bunch of idiots with a five year old mind." I laughed at his comment and watched people pass by us quickly. My eyes became heavy, and I felt myself going into a "sweet" slumber.

I found myself at the fighting place again. Everyone was hitting each other, and shops were on fire. I didn't see him, so I began to look around for Scout.

I saw her body lying on the ground, blood seeping from the open wound on her head, and tears stained her eyes. I didn't want to, but I let my eyes travel to the body she was trying to wake earlier.

I gasped, and placed a hand over my mouth. I stepped back slightly, and let a few tears fall to the ground. I shook my head and fell to my knees, crawling over to Spot's lifeless body.

"No, you can't be dead!" I almost screamed. I shook his body, just as Scout had did before.

"Wake up, Spot! Wake up!" I cried. I soon stopped and let myself scream. I laid my head face down on his chest and put my hands on my head. I couldn't stop crying and screaming. For some reason my heart felt like it had been torn into pieces.

"Don't leave," I told his lifeless body. "You can't!"

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned around to see –