Author note: Ah, I am going through hell just to write this chapter! We are repainting the kitchen, so the computer desk is pressed up against the table, and I'm in an uncomfortable position. –Sigh- the things I do for you people. These are the symptoms of a brain concussion: Headache, Nausea, Balance problems or dizziness, Double or fuzzy vision, Sensitivity to light or noise, Feeling slowed down, Feeling "foggy" or "not sharp", Change in sleep pattern, Concentration or memory problems, Irritability, Sadness, Feeling more emotional.

I opened my eyes and found myself lying in a bed. Where was I? I quickly rose from the bed, and my head began to throb painfully.

"Sage!" A voice said from my right. I turned my head and squinted my eyes, the person looked blurry.

"Who are you?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"It's me, Spot," the voice said.

"Oh," I said. "What happened?"

"Youse fell unconscious," Spot explained, his voice panicked. "Dr. Grey said youse might suffer through a brain concussion."

"Huh?" I asked, not taking in one word he said. Spot sighed and explained it again, but slower. I blinked a few times and stared at the room as it spinned.

"Youse okay?" Spot asked.

"The room is spinning," I said as I yawned.

"Yeah, Dr. Grey said dat might happen." He then sat down beside me on the bed and gripped my hand in his. "Do ya remember what happened before youse past out?"

"No," I said sadly.

"Well, we fought, and I jus' wanted ta say dat I was sorry. Ya know, for yellin at ya." I smiled weakly and let go of his hand.

"Where am I?" I asked as if I didn't hear a word he just said.

"My room," Spot said, furrowing his eyebrows. I rubbed my head in aggravation and glanced around the room.

"Did I lose my memory?"

"No," Spot said, sighing. "I jus' told ya, youse are havin a brain concussion!"

"What's a brain concussion?" Spot smacked his forehead, and let out a small laugh.

"Youse is killin me, Matthews."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I said, biting my lip.

"No, not really!" Spot said quickly. "Its jus' a figure of speech." I tilted my head,

"You have the most gorgeous blue eyes," I said out of the blue. Spot cocked an eyebrow and looked at my funnily.

"I do?" he asked.

"You do what?" I asked as if I never told him about his eyes. "God, they're like a deep ocean."

"What?"

"Huh?" I looked around confusedly.

"Sage, you ain't makin sense."

"I'm not?" I asked. Spot shook his head and smiled.

"But it's entertaining." I grinned as I got to my feet, and dizzily walked towards the door. "Where ya goin?" Spot asked, still sitting on the bed.

"I don't know," I shrugged. I opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

"Hey Sage!" a strange boy with curly blonde hair greeted me. My eyes widened as I stepped back.

"Who are you?" I asked slowly.

"Dice…" the boy said. There were a few moments of silence.

"Oh!" I said suddenly, making Dice jump. I then walked by him like he was never there, and proceeded down the stairs, almost missing a few steps in the process.

"Sage," somebody said from behind me. I kept on walking.

"Sage," they said again. I walked into the living room and looked around oddly.

"Sage!" Somebody gripped my arm and turned me around.

"Damn, Spot! You scared me!"

"I said yer name three times!" Spot exclaimed.

"Really? I didn't hear anything," I told him. Spot had a sad look in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin," Spot lied, licking at the dryness of his lips. "I jus' can't stand seein ya like dis."

"Seeing me like what?" I asked as I walked over to the bookshelf.

"Never mind," Spot said. He put his cap onto his head and watched as I dropped the book that was in my hand and clutched my head.

"Owe!" I said, squatting down. Spot rushed over to my side and gave me a confused look.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"My head is…killing me!" I said dramatically. I then pushed Spot away from me in aggravation. "Why do you always have to be so close to me? God, I have a life you know!" Spot flinched.

"A sign of irritation," he said, scratching his head.

"I'm not irritated!" I protested, rubbing my head. Everything then became blurry again as I turned to Spot. "Where am I?"

"Yer at da Lodgin House," he explained, sighing.

"Your eyes are so peaceful. Do they make you peaceful? They make me peaceful!" I told him. Spot shook his head and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Youse make me peaceful. Or, ya used to when ya didn't have a concussion. Now yer jus' aggravating." I stared at Spot oddly.

"I'm not a different person, Spot," I said, almost like I was normal again. Spot stared down at me for a second and inched closer to my face, but stopped.

"This ain't a good idea," he muttered to himself. "C'mon, I got papes ta sell." I shrugged and followed Spot outside.

"Are we in California?" I asked, watching a carriage ride by.

"No. Dis is Brooklyn," Spot said as we walked to the distribution center. I followed, my head aching from time to time. Spot bought his papers and I followed him out to the streets and to his usual selling spot.

I stood at his side, watching the people walk by us. I then felt nauseous, and closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out the pain.

Spot stopped selling and stared at me oddly.

"Youse okay?" he asked, rubbing my back.

"Yeah," I said. Spot nodded and resumed to his selling.

"Spot?" I said.

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks," I told him.

"For what?" he asked.

"For sticking by me through this." Spot smiled and called out a false headline, and sent me a side glance.

After Spot sold his morning paper, he took me back to the Lodging House, where he explained to the newsies about my head injury.

My mind clouded over in the middle of Spot's speech about me, and his words slipped through my ears, and I forgot where I was.

"Hey Spot," I interrupted him.

"What?" Spot asked, all eyes on me.

"Where am I?"

"At da Lodgin House," he said before he continued his speech. I nodded stupidly and acted as if I were listening, when really I was trying to match names with faces.

"Hey Spot," I said. Spot sighed.

"What?" he asked.

"Where is Scout? I want to see Scout."

"Scout is in Manhattan," Spot told me as the people around me snickered.

"Is that in Missouri?" I asked.

"No," Spot said. He then continued talking to the newsies as I nodded and glanced around the room.

"Hey Spot," I said, not thinking.

"What?" he asked in irritation.

"I love you," I said. Everything became quiet as everybody switched their gaze to Spot, wondering if the great Brooklyn leader felt the same feelings. Spot's eyes softened as a smile appeared on his face.

"I love you too, Sage," he said.

"I know," I told him. "You already told me." Spot laughed slightly and resumed talking. After he was finally finished, everybody went their own way, some playing poker, and others doing whatever it was they enjoyed.

I watched as a couple of the younger boys played marbles in a far off corner. I closed my eyes as the noise in the room increased. I placed my palms over my ears as I sat on the couch.

My head was spinning wildly, as everybody's voices faded in and out, and I felt that I was alone.

Someone then placed there hand on my shoulder and I jumped. But eased down when I saw Spot.

"Are youse okay?" he asked, taking a seat beside me.

"Where am I?"

"Lodgin House." I nodded and yawned. I then leaned my head on Spot's shoulder, and even though it was afternoon, I drifted off to sleep like I never slept before.

Next Chapter: Sage soon goes back to normal, but still remains to have slight headaches. Sage is feeling a bit awkward after six weeks.

Author note: Yeah, this one is short, but if I stay in this position any longer, then I'll be in an immense amount of pain tomorrow.

Note: I MIGHT NOT UPDATE TOMORROW! WE ARE STILL PAINTING, SO I MIGHT NOT GET TO WRITE TOMORROW.

LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE.