A.N. For Call Me Personality, a little different than A Snowday Depression (Crutchie was kinda ooc). Here, he is gonna be badass!
Narrator POV
Davey told Jack he'd meet him at the Lodging house to get Les and divide up the money they earned for the day. Looked like that wasn't going to happen. The Delancey brothers had cornered Davey in an alley and were punching the crap out of him. Davey got a few good punches in, even hearing a crack come out of Morris's nose, but he was no match for the two boys together. That's it, Davey thought, I'm gonna die. Oscar's fist came towards his face again, but this time it was knocked away.
Someone, probably Jack, was fighting the Delancey brothers, and actually winning. With the rest of his strength, Davey shoved Morris off of him and decked him in the jaw before sliding to the ground. The brothers, now a little worse for ware, ran off throwing threats back over their shoulders.
"Hey, thanks, Jac-", Davey looked into the eyes of his savior. Although the boy had a swollen eye and a cut over his brow from the fight, Davey could obviously tell, this wasn't Jack.
"Crutchie?"
"Heya, Dave. Is youse ok?" Crutchie saved him. What? That doesn't…huh?
"Yeah, I'm fine." Davey attempted to stand up, leaning against the wall to provide support, but his head swam and face throbbed. He couldn't move straight if he tried.
"Youse ain't looking ok. Here, let mes help youse." Without giving Davey a choice, Crutchie pulled Davey's right arm over his left shoulder and slowly limped out of the alley dragging Davey behind him.
Davey tried not to lean on Crutchie as much as possible, not wanting to burden the cripple more than he already was. He wasn't entirely sure that Crutchie could carry him back to the Lodging house. Davey's ribs ached, his head was fuzzy, and he could barely keep his eyes open.
"Davey, lean on mes. Ise be fine. Ise can hold youse up." Davey gave up the act and leaned most of his weight on the younger, who grunted slightly under the sudden increase in weight, but didn't slow down or show any sign of struggling. By the time they made it back to the Lodging house Crutchie was practically carrying Davey. They were the only ones home.
Crutchie helped Davey up the stairs into the bedroom. He pushed Davey down on his own bed. Davey flopped backwards and laid there, half hanging off. Crutchie sat on the floor and yanked Davey's boots off his feet. Standing back up, he put Davey's boots, hat, and vest under his bed before tucking Davey in, with a light protest from his friend.
Crutchie walked out of the room, but came back with a towel full of ice that he placed on Davey's swollen cheek.
"You know, you didn't have to do this for me."
"Yea, Ise knows. Ise did dis cause youse mes friend. Ise wasn't just gonna leave ya alone by youse lonsome. Dat's all Ise can 'til da rest a da boys get back."
"You've done more than enough. Thank you, Crutchie."
"No problem, Dave."
Crutchie sat on the bed opposite, Button's bed, and watched as Davey fell asleep, changing the ice periodically until the rest of the boys would get back.